Emily simply couldn’t believe that it was nearly November; another year had gone by and she found herself single on another Halloween. After his extravagant promposal, she’d been so sure that an official DTR was coming from David, yet his efforts had trailed off. They’d stayed companionable, of course, but it was as if he thought one show of affection was enough to make up for his scorn of fairies, his public embarrassment at her New Year’s party... all of it. Now, after months of sitting around and waiting, she was sick of it. She’d dressed up in the loveliest of purple gowns, she had on a beautiful mask, her blonde hair cascaded down her back in curls... and she waited a tasteful distance from the punch bowl, sure that tonight someone with a bit more sense than Prince David would finally set his sights on her and start Emily towards her happily ever after...
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