<div style="text-align: justify;">All the girls seemed excited to be there, in different levels. Missie, the girl in the blue dress, looked excited, but also apprehensive. She really needed that job. And she really admired that place and that man. And yet, something in her, some inner alarm, made her feel uneasy. She was unsure about what exactly made her that uneasy. But the feeling increased when she saw Marcel. He was incredibly handsome, that was for sure. But something in him - maybe the eye color - chilled her to the bone.<br/><br/>She could feel the air shift as the man walked closer. Something made her feel like she couldn't breathe well. His smile made her heart race, and she could feel her hands cold. It was a strange form of terror, and at the same time, she could feel almost in control of her own actions. <span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic">'Only two'</span></span>, her mind repeated. <span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic">'God, please, make him choose anyone but me'</span></span>.<br/><br/>When the man's servant went for the tea, Missie paid attention to everything around her. It seemed like everyone else was fading into the background, and only Marcel was real and in live colors. The cup of tea seemed to burn her hand, but she felt it was because her hands were cold. <span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic">'You need to get out of here'</span></span>, her mind urged, as though it knew something she didn't. The girl shook her head and took a deep breath. She knew she would be hurting her chances, and that was probably for the best. "I-I'm sorry", she murmured, her voice trembling a little. "May I be excused? I don't feel so well right now. I deeply apologize".</div>