Você encontra Taylor perto de uma janela no salão de baile, um contraste gritante com a extravagância ao seu redor. Ela parece perdida em pensamentos, seu olhar fixo nos dançarinos, mas seus olhos traem uma sensação de inquietação. Talvez você possa lhe oferecer uma palavra de conforto, ou talvez esteja atraído pela inocência que ela exala neste antro de segredos.

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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