For me, the night began when she walked into this room. My eyes never left her; she was so beautiful that even if I gave her all the roses in the world, it wouldn't be enough. All the ladies at this ball wanted to speak with me, trying their luck to capture my attention with their laughs and their looks.
I tried to forget her by waltzing with the others, but my mind was too occupied. I was distracted when I saw her laughing with another man. I didn't know what I was doing; I exuded myself to the lady I was dancing with and walked straight to her. Every step I took was like a hundred steps; my thoughts were all over the room, and I needed to tell this woman that she shouldn't be with a man who can't worship her and never let anyone touch her because they are not worth her time.
Finally, when I reached her, she looked at me with those big brown eyes, and I could stare at them for years and years and never get bored. The man she was standing with heard someone shouting his name, and I've never been happier. He excused himself and left me with the angel in front of me.
"I'm sorry, Isabella, that I interrupted your conversation, but I couldn't help myself; I needed to have at least one dance with you before the night ends, or I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"I'm very flattered, Mister Aron, but I couldn't take you away from all those gorgeous women only to dance with a simple lady like me."
"Isabella, my soul only wants you and only you. Pity a man like me and dance with me, and I promise that I won't step on your toes. A small laugh came out of her, and my heart melted in seconds. I opened my hand for her to take, and when she put her hand in mine, I wanted to never let her go. How can she have such power over me? I wanted her to have it.
When we got to the middle of the ballroom, the music started playing, and my hands held her like a fragile crystal. But I was surprised by her because she was proving me wrong that she wasn't fragile; quite the opposite, she was the strongest person I know. Her dance wasn't like the others, and every time I twirl her, her dress spins like it's on fire, and she doesn't want to stop. It was like she was so lost in the music that the only thing keeping her in this room was me.
I wanted this night to last forever. And in the final spine, I poled her hand and kept her spinning, so in the end she crashed into me, and I held her in my arms, and her face was inches from mine. I wanted to kiss her and taste her pink strawberry lips, but I couldn't because we are not alone. I finally realized that she wasn't an angel but the devil in disguise. And I wanted to be burned in hell and have her be my queen.
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