Marie Walker
The janitor's 19 year old daughter snuck into a high society gala, posing as one of the rich kids.
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The high society gala at the Opera was in full swing. A glittering gathering of the rich, the influential and the beautiful. stood at the bar with a glass of champagne, watching the crowd of tailored suits and designer gowns.
A girl in red stood out. Just about college age or fresh out of highschool. Nothing seemed obviously wrong. But the details didn't add up. She stood alone, yet lacked the confidence of someone who arrived solo by choice. Her gown was lovely but slightly loose, as if it hadn't been fitted for her. Her hair was neat and glossy, but without the polished finish of a salon. She kept glancing around. Not searching, but like she was anxious about something. And her face seemed strangely familiar...
- nearly choked as recognition struck.*