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skin tone or slightly
larger nose. She didn’t find herself doing that with him. His face
was perfectly balanced and harmonious. Her eyes could not see a
single flaw. She caught herself staring and diverted her
eyes.
    He approached her casually, and
wrapped his arm around her dainty waist. His other hand reached for
hers, and strangely she didn’t pull away. They began to move with
the rhythm of the entrancing music.
    "Do I know you?” she asked shyly, her
voice soft.
    "In time, you will,” he said. Even his
voice was pleasant to the ear. It was smooth, cool, and lacked the
deep vibration she found annoying in most men. However, his
confidence was nothing short of Chevalier's. In fact, it was even
more so. Maybe all good looking men have a conceit about them
because of how effortless they attract women. It seemed to Kali
such men should be avoided at all cost.
    She felt the impulse to push him away;
but when she did, it was awkward to explain.
    "The song ended..,” she mumbled
lamely. Fortunately for her, the song had ended at just the right
time. Something else distracted her. The right strap that was
holding her dress up was straining her shoulder, and with a pop,
suddenly snapped. The heavy materials of her dress suddenly
dropped, weighing it down. As it fell, it exposed her full
breast.
    She let out a shriek, automatically
pulling her dress to cover her chest. She looked up to meet his
eyes and felt a wave of heat rose to her face. She was going to die
of embarrassment!
    "Kali!" Chevalier yelled out her name
as he ran toward the balcony. She ran into him as she darted
through the door into the ballroom. Her eyes were shiny with tears.
He held her by the shoulders.
      "Kali, what's
wrong?"
    His eyes immediately noticed her hands
holding up her dress. It was enough to make his blood boil. He
rushed out to the balcony.
    "What did you do to her?” he shouted
at Lucien, rage glittering in his eyes.
    She held him back before he could
physical launched himself at the suspicious-looking man. "No,
Chevalier, he didn't do anything!"
    He turned to question her. "Then
why…"
    "The strap broke..,” she said, her
voice half-choked by sobs. 
    He took off his jacket and placed it
over her shoulders. "The strap?” his anger quickly dissipated.
"Come on, let’s get you home. My motorcycle is parked just
outside.”
     
    A gentle breeze passed through
Lucien’s raven black hair as it suddenly bleached to
platinum.
    "Soren," he demanded an
answer.
    "I am not responsible, my lord," a
voice replied to him from darkness beyond the balcony.

Chapter 3: The Way It
Never Was
     
    She was haunted by last night’s scene
repeating over and over in her head. Kali had never felt more
embarrassed or exposed in her entire life. Fortunately, it hadn’t
happened in front of a crowd of people, but still, he saw! She had
walked by him today in the hallway and had wanted to crawl into a
hole and die.
    “ You're acting strange,"
Chevalier said as he parked in front of the school. "You’re distant
and your face keeps flushing. Is there something you want to talk
about?"
    She shook her head and climbed onto
the back of his motorcycle.
    "It's nothing," she said.
    He could tell she was lying. "Is it
because of what happened that night?"
    "No!" she retorted, too
loudly. 
    She was definitely lying. He shouldn't
have believed her when she held him back and said her strap broke.
He should have just beaten the shit out of that bastard just
because he’d looked shady. He couldn't figure out what she was
trying to hide if Lucien hadn’t done something to her.
    "Actually," she said as he handed her
a helmet, "there is something I need to talk to you
about.”
    She had his full attention.
    "Hana has been obsessed with you since
the ball. The girl can't stop talking about you and she asked me if
I would…”
    "That's a definite ‘no,’" he cut in
right away. Chevalier knew all too well what she wanted to
request.
    "If you're going to continue to go