The night was going well at that time without Kristy thinking about this peculiar moment that happened to her. Beautiful music filled in the air, surrounding them as they danced gracefully.
Kristy's mind flew away as the man she strongly believed as Raoul DeChagny, the fictional character that she had always disliked, leading her to the center of the dancing crowd.
"Monsieur, do I know you?" Kristy whispered to him. She frowned for the sound of her voice sounded different and that as if she was talking in another language.
The man chuckled quietly, thinking that Kristy was only being funny. He placed his hand on her back. Both of them began to dance just like everyone else at the ball.
"Yes. You do, love." He whispered back in amusement as they dance together.
Kristy looked into his eyes, those beautiful eyes and obscurely furrowed her brows. "Forgive me, monsieur. I do not."
He did not respond until they finished dancing when the music ended. He looked at Kristy and then took her out from the crowd.
"What is wrong? Are you not well? I could walk you to the dormitory."
Dormitory?
The man cupped Kristy's both sides of face and the look in his face was a genuinely worried expression.
"No, I'm fine but I really don't know who you are and how I got here."
"It is not the time for laughing. I am truly worried about you."
Please wake up now, Kristy. Raoul is worrying about you! Why would he care? What are you doing here?
"Why... why did you say 'Finally you're here?"
"We were all concerned about you, love. You've been locking yourself in the dressing room for the whole day. I am glad that you opened the door when I called for you."
Kristy was speechless. The last thing she remembered was her being in her room with all her roommates sleeping except for Sarah.
"Christine? Say something." Said the man, worried.
Wait, what? Christine?
This chapter is really short but I hope you'd somehow enjoy it!