There with all her beauty, grace, elegance, and style, her presence for all to see. A fashion statement in the making as she descends her way down the staircase. A pure goddess, to say the least. The woman of every man's dreams. Her style, her white satin gloves, the threat to every woman. Glamour and poise, she glides across the floor full of confidence and pride. She peers across the floor to see all eyes on her she knows she is the centre of attention. Suddenly she stopped. She had to look again. There she saw a well-dressed man his eyes not looking in her direction, but appeared to be focused elsewhere. She turns in his direction, her pace quickens before he sees her, tapping his shoulder while standing behind him. He turns quickly. Their eyes meet, neither could say a word. The room went silent, people just stared. He tried to speak, but nothing could be heard. She looked deep into his eyes and bowed before him. In a soft faint voice she said, "My name is Eturnity." He mustarded the strengh and replied, "My name is Destin.It is short for Destiny."
By J Dawner
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