An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Sunday, 31 January 2021
I had a wonderful time last turn. I thought it would end up just dancing alone again like last time but I didn't and that mad the evening grand for me. But I there ended up being a few people that came to the Winter Formal I created. While I had fun, I think this may be the last dance I create as so many don't ever care to come.
