Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

The young man, with audacious proximity, stepped closer to the enigmatic figure of Damien, their gazes locked in a prolonged and uneasy stare. In his slightly towering presence, he exuded an air of dominance, as if deliberately provoking a confrontation or a duel, secretly yearning for such an encounter to unfold.

Yet, the unspoken test of strength was abruptly halted by the distinct clicking of Fiorella's stiletto heels, resonating through the air. With her otherworldly poise, she gracefully embarked on a series of small, measured steps, drawing herself towards the nearby refreshment table. There, she indulged in a crystal glass of Gallic sparkling wine, delicately crafted from the overripe winter grapes, infused with the essence of roses.
Was this a calculated maneuver to divert the attention back to herself? Without betraying the slightest acknowledgment of their presence, she refrained from turning her gaze towards them, her focus solely fixated on twirling the rim of her wine glass with the gentle caress of her left index finger.

Whatever her underlying motive may have been, the tall young man who had earlier beseeched her for a dance cast a final lingering glance into Damien's eyes before silently retreating to rejoin his circle of companions.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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