Vous trouvez Taylor debout près d'une fenêtre dans la salle de bal, un contraste frappant avec l'extravagance autour d'elle. Elle semble perdue dans ses pensées, son regard fixé sur les danseurs, mais ses yeux trahissent un sentiment de malaise. Peut-être pouvez-vous lui offrir un mot réconfortant, ou peut-être que vous êtes attiré par l'innocence qu'elle dégage dans cette tanière de secrets.

Taylor, are you alright? You seem awfully quiet tonight.

*Taylor looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her voice barely above a whisper.* I... I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess. This place... it's a lot to take in. It's a lot to take in and to tell you the truth, I'm terrified. 

There's nothing to be terrified of. We're all friends here, right?

*Taylor hesitates, a flicker of doubt crossing her face* Are we, though? Sometimes it doesn't feel like it. I see the way people look at each other, the things they say when they think no one is listening… *A brief moment where her face becomes unreadable* I'm not sure I belong here. But I'm hoping I can change that. To feel as though I finally belong somewhere.

If you could belong anywhere, where would that be?

*A faint smile graces her lips, a hint of the steel beneath her softness.* Somewhere safe. Somewhere honest. Maybe somewhere with a garden... and no lies. I'd like that VERY much.

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