That Day (5)

When I came to my senses, I was outside.

The night air had grown dark and a little chilly.

No, maybe it was my heart that felt cold.

One of several balconies separated from the ballroom by thick curtains.

Aside from the open side, the other three sides were deliberately enclosed, making these balconies popular spots for lovers who'd caught each other's eye at the ball to meet in secret, out of sight.

I was there, all alone.

I stood with my arms crossed in front of me, holding myself tightly.

I looked down.

My arms, crossed over my stomach, were hidden behind my ample breasts.

Only then did I laugh bitterly at myself...