The End of Debutante

Although not the only pair on the dance floor, Lucas and Rosetta became the center of the dance circle. Two young couples looked at each other, embracing and gazing passionately.

Lucas placed his left hand on Rosetta’s waist, while the other was taking his lover's hand. He can smell the fragrant roses wafting from Rosetta.

“Were you dancing with another girl?” ask Rosetta. Her feet move up to the rhythm.

“No. I'm waiting for you,” said Lucas. Though who doesn't know how to dance, Lucas doesn't want to dance except Rosetta.

The red-haired girl smiled happily. Her hand touched her fiance's stern, before retouching his shoulder. Rosetta turning. Her dress's skirt is blooming like a camellia. Lucas's sign-in leaned back toward her.

“Your Majesty,” call Rosetta. At the end of the dance, she glued her cheek to the warm bosom of Lucas.

“Promise you won’t leave me,” she mumbled in a soft vo