<strong>NAME:</strong>Tamsin<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue ballgown, tiara, shoes (http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/176065710/id/cKimrkRX5RG-C1SEtfvecw/size/y.jpg)<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>5:00pm 27th October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Ball beginning<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.mmagency.nl/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Jamie-sanna-474884-670x447.jpg)</div>His words flattered her, floored her even.  She was so shy, vulnerable in the glow that had overtaken her at the ball.  It was almost like a daydream.<br/><br/>Putting her cup down once she was finished her her drink, Tamsin smiled.  It was a slow and bashful one, but as he took her hand, it was the one that she gave him.  This time, he didn't say what he wanted so much as what he was going to do.  The redhead was pulled close, their lips meeting again.  A soft whimper escaped as they stood there, firmly against one another, kissing like nothing else would ever matter as much as this moment.