The King's Queen
This scene, a collision of uninhibited revelry, clashes with the tranquillity I hold dear.
After what felt like an eternity, Sophia reappears, her little black sparkly dress glistening under the dance floor lights. The long strands of her perfectly straightened hair cascade down her back, complementing her light chocolate legs that seem to go on forever. Her radiant, light chocolate skin emanates a natural glow that accentuates her beauty. Envy swirls within me as I take in her flawless appearance. She embodies confidence, exuding a bubbly and outgoing nature, a stark contrast to my own shy and awkward demeanour. The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my