You were a jewel, the men fought to have you on their arms. Like a collection that showed their wealth. The French accent only added to your mysterious aura.

Currently stood next to the CEO of a multibillion dollar company you attempted to stay focused on the conversation at hand. You were here as his date tonight and therefore you were expected to act accordingly.

Alessandro stood talking to the guests as though you didn’t exist. Though to him you didn’t, you were a decoration.

Taking a glance around the over the top ballroom decorated in pearls and gold you noticed multiple heads turned. Following their gaze you saw her. Everyone knew her, she was a complete mystery. Beautiful in a way that’s not sophisticated enough for these people to understand, beautiful in a dangerous way that troubles dreams.

She was here alone, of course. No man could tie her down, she didn’t want them to. She wasn’t interested in them. She was interested in you no matter how many times you ignored her advances. It was an impossible situation. Being a lesbian in these times would lead to social isolation and abandonment. She didn’t care, you did.

She lasted a hour of listening to boring conversations before glancing over her shoulder at you offering you that teasing smirk before walking off to one of the side rooms. The message was clear.

The smirk always caught you off guard, made you breathless even. Like the corset had became tighter and the dress heavier.