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Who was there was [name]. Sitting at our table, a glass of red wine in front of her, completely untouched. She looked... composed. That kind of elegance that doesn't even try. A black dress hugged her body just right, and her chestnut hair had been pulled into a messy bun. A few strands had escaped, curling around her neck like they had a mind of their own.
I didn't see her at first. I was too lost in my head, too focused on scanning the room, to even register she was there. It's embarrassing, thinking about it now, how completely unaware I was. Like she was invisible or something.
But of course, she wasn't.
When I finally circled back to the table, still looking around like a lost idiot, she smiled at me. Not a big smile, just that subtle one she does when she knows something you don't. Her green eyes caught the light from the window and for a second, it hit me how pretty she looked.
She raised her glass slowly and tilted her head, almost amused.
"Let me guess," she said, her voice smooth. "You must be..."
—Becks
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Poised. Unshaken. A smile that knows more than it lets on.
So, who do you think she is?
Could she be Becks herself? Or someone else entirely?
Drop your guesses in the comments :)
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