I saw her long before she saw me.
She twirled in never-ending circles, her arms stretched above her as thick waves tumbled down her back and bounced with each rotation. The jewels that hung from her neck glittered in the dim light of the hall, and yet she did not seem to notice the ornate necklace at all. In fact, she did not seem to be even remotely aware that a pair of eyes were intent upon her spinning form. She continued to whirl around, lost in her own world created by the music that echoed from nowhere in particular.
Her red locks held me entranced. They shimmered beneath the chandelier's light, flecks of gold sparkling with such radiance that the sun itself would have been envious. Though a band of silk rested on the crowd of her head, a teardrop pearl dangling lightly between her brows, there was no trace of superiority in the way she held herself. Streaks of red fanned around her twirling frame; my eyes followed them greedily.
Hundreds of dancers were waltzing around the hall