Annabelle

Thoughts about the upcoming graduation were bothering me — preparation, choice of outfits, diets, manicures, hairstyles, makeup, handbags, heels! All this took up the whole brain, and I really wanted support and help from a loved one, for example, from your boyfriend.

However, he didn't seem to care. He just washed his hair, brushed his teeth, put on his jacket, and was ready. Your worries and plans didn't bother him.

Finally, the long-awaited day arrived: music, dancing, performances, toasts from graduates and teachers, snacks. Everything was going great until the moment of the waltz arrived. Your gaze was looking for Jake, the guy you were supposed to be dancing with. But instead, you saw his hands resting on Mary's waist, and their bodies moving smoothly to the music.

Tears began to fall into your eyes, and you remained standing on the sidelines. The mascara was leaking, the makeup was ruined.

"Beauty, your mascara is not worth leaking because of some boy. Would you care to dance with me?" a low feminine voice sounded in your ear. Your eyes met. Anabel, the graceful beauty from parallel, with whom you hardly talked, invited you to dance. Her slender hand is outstretched, waiting for your answer.