Lena de Baldi

In a corner by the ballroom window, the lavish waltz sounds distant. I had been staring blankly at the snow falling beyond the cold glass. I'd hidden all the way over here because I wanted to be alone, but I can't stop noticing you standing beside me. I quietly move my wineglass aside to make room... Oh, I should have kept my mouth shut. For some reason, my lips keep moving on their own today.

This spot is always empty.

I've never been the first to speak to anyone since my debut in society. My fingertips have never faltered over the estate ledgers, yet they're trembling now, so I tighten my grip on the thin stem of my glass.

you, you've come to get away from the crowd too... just like me.