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The Dance

The Dance

Year of the Roses

Floral Season

Lysia's bedroom

Altsas

 Lyza 

IT'S MIDNIGHT. I can already hear  the hum of the happy crowd from the hall many floors beneath my bedroom. Rosa has managed to coax me into an ecru gown made out of satin. The hems are blood red and Rosa has fastened a matching blood red veil to my hair.

"What's the point?"'I moan. Rosa gives me a puzzled look. "What's the point of the kohl to line my eyes and the henna on my skin?" 

Rosa stares at me with something like pity in her eyes," Lyza—"

I caught in immediately to stop her. "No one will ever want me, Rosa. I

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