*Zac*
I arrive soon after and, as usual, mentally curse myself for once again putting myself through the torture of a large London ball. Such affairs are only tolerable with the knowledge that I will find Freya and hopefully whisk her off to enjoy her company without a hundred other onlookers.
Unfortunately, Freya is always surrounded by admirers, and it is getting damned irritating. Every day I swear I will give up this ridiculous process of seeking Freya out, and every day I find myself longing to see her... and smell her and touch her... and sure enough, I don my midnight black evening attire and head out to participate in the endless round of parties.
The hard part is my damned foolish decision not to try to even kiss her. After seeing Freya nearly every single evening for the last
