~Antonio
Her hand rested lightly on my arm as we descended the grand staircase, the faint rustle of her gown the only sound between us. The silence wasn’t comfortable, nor was it awkward—it was something heavier, a tension that neither of us could address, a barrier made of unspoken words. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, my gaze lingering longer than it should.
Tiara.
Her beauty was undeniable. It wasn’t just her delicate features or the way her soft curls framed her face. It was the way she carried herself, the quiet strength in her every step. She had the kind of beauty that wasn’t just seen but felt, a presence that seemed to shift the air around her.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore the sadness in her eyes, the weight she carried, even as she held her head high.
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