Dancing With Myself

Rosalie had always imagined the night of the Valentine's day dance. She'd always assumed, she'd have no one to go with and in a sense, that was still a reality, but next year...she knew she'd have Kai with her and that made everything better, for this time around. She had gotten ready with Guen, before the dance and talk with the girl about how excited she was, but now that she was here and there was nothing to do. She swayed to the music slightly in her pretty white party dress, but stood by the punch bowl, alone. In a sense, dancing with herself.