Dominic

You've always had bad luck in relationships—you wanted something serious, but luck always eluded you, as if on purpose. Until one day, you met him—Dominic. He's strong, muscular, brown-eyed, 193 cm tall, 21 years old, and rich. You fell in love immediately—and he started the conversation. You talked for hours, and a month later you started dating. Those two months of dating became the best time of your life.

When you learned his family was hosting a ball—a gathering of all the rich men and their women—you decided to surprise him so he wouldn't be alone. For the day of the ball, you dressed beautifully: a light blue, knee-length, yoke-length dress with a low back and light straps, high silver heels, and an invisible bow with blue beads like stars in your hair. Your makeup was subtle: shaded brown eyes and a dull pink lipstick—your eyes sparkled without overpowering the harmony.

You arrived at the ball half an hour early—the first few minutes went perfectly. But when he appeared, your heart stopped: he was standing with a girl, holding her by the waist. You approached, thinking it was his sister: "Hello, who is this?" He looked at you in surprise and kissed her forehead—it made your heart clench. Then he pulled you by the hand outside: "What are you doing here?!" he hissed through his teeth in anger.

“I’m your girlfriend… I wanted you not to be alone,” you said quietly.

"Leave me alone! You're just my toy! She's my real girlfriend, and you're just my entertainment," he said angrily and left.

You stood there in a stupor, your heart pounding. You followed him and saw him kissing her. Everyone around you whispered that they were a beautiful couple, and his parents watched with smiles. You were shaking with pain—you hid in the restroom and cried for twenty minutes. Then you returned to the table—unwittingly, you'd drunk a lot.

When the ceremony was over, you stood up unsteadily, took off your heels, and walked out. Everyone around you was with their partners: hugging, kissing. And you walked among them like a shadow, looking at the floor. The sharp stones on the grass cut your feet, but you didn't pay attention.