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Kelly hated formal events. Times when she had to dress up. Pretty dress, pretty hair, pretty Kelly. Still, she went, without complaint, to every social event. She quickly tired of the meaningless chatter, though she didn't participate in it.
She wasn't sure exactly what she would rather be doing, but the words 'anything else' sprung to mind. She let her mind wander. A book. A cup of coffee. A warm blanket. Some music. Soft jazz, maybe, or classical. Yes, that sounded good.
Kelly had promised to stay for two hours. No watch. Damn it. She was certain enough that her sentence was up. And even if it wasn't, nobody would miss her. It wasn't like she had been the life of the party. Kelly made her way through the overcrowded room toward the door, determined to leave come hell or high water.
Then she saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. Compelled by an unknown reason to further investigate, Kelly turned around, and as she did so, her breath caught in her throat.
It was Tracey. Tracey, in a red dress, looking stunning and bored out of her mind.
Walking in the direction of where the older woman was standing, back against the wall in what could very well have been an attempt at invisibility, Kelly smiled inwardly.
Oh well. Every cloud has a silver lining. Or in this case, a red one.
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