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Arabella Gabriella Acardi
"Hey, you must be the lucky girl who gets to spend the night with me," the boy sitting across from Arabella remarked jokingly. What an interested, quirky introduction.
Quirking an eyebrow, Arabella grinned, replying, "and you, must be the frog that hopefully returns to his handsome form at midnight." Arabella appreciated the humor and lightheartedness in his introduction. Reaching for his hand, Arabella returned the handshake, suddenly curious as to what this night had in itinerary; maybe, just maybe, she could spare some time out of her nightly mischief.
Like a genuine gentleman, he pulled the chair out of Arabella and introduced himself: "I'm Arthur by the way, it's a pleasure, and you?"
Arabella paused; she hadn't really come to the ball to socialize, though so far, Arthur had obtained her attention for longer than what she normally would have given a stranger. Maybe, she would entertain him and his social-butterfly game for a while: "I'm..." she began, "an alien, from the planet of Jupiter." Or, maybe not.
The Comet
Quirking an eyebrow, Arabella grinned, replying, "and you, must be the frog that hopefully returns to his handsome form at midnight." Arabella appreciated the humor and lightheartedness in his introduction. Reaching for his hand, Arabella returned the handshake, suddenly curious as to what this night had in itinerary; maybe, just maybe, she could spare some time out of her nightly mischief.
Like a genuine gentleman, he pulled the chair out of Arabella and introduced himself: "I'm Arthur by the way, it's a pleasure, and you?"
Arabella paused; she hadn't really come to the ball to socialize, though so far, Arthur had obtained her attention for longer than what she normally would have given a stranger. Maybe, she would entertain him and his social-butterfly game for a while: "I'm..." she began, "an alien, from the planet of Jupiter." Or, maybe not.
The Comet
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