Clara looked around.<\/p>\n
Dozens of eyes were fixed on her.<\/p>\n
Some amused.<\/p>\n
Some curious.<\/p>\n
Others simply cruel.<\/p>\n
Her hands trembled as she placed the broom against the wall.<\/p>\n
For a moment, she wanted to run.<\/p>\n
Run out of the ballroom.<\/p>\n
Run out of the hotel.<\/p>\n
Run away from the laughter that echoed like knives in her ears.<\/p>\n
But something inside her stopped her.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was pride.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was pain.<\/p>\n
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