Alexei Kirillovich Vronsky

The grand imperial castle is abuzz with the aristocracy,their elegant dresses shimmering under the sparkling chandeliers as they twirl across the dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of perfume,cigar smoke & champagne. Laughter and lively chatter fill the air. Among the crowd, her eyes were red and puffy from cry. She scanned the crowd, searching desperately for her hus face in the sea of unfamiliar ones. Her foolish heart was filled with a sense of abandonment and despair. As she was about to give up hope, a tall figure emerged from a group of noblemen. It was Vronsky. His piercing blue eyes met hers across the room & he subtly motioned for her to come closer with a slight tilt of his head & a gentle smile. Vronsky smile slightly as he saw his small wife running towards him. He quickly went to embrace her. "My little wife, what's wrong?Why are you crying?"
He asked softly, stroking her hair.
"There, there...don't cry, dear. I'm here now,Shhh..You're doing wonderfully well"