Everywhere she looked, women glistened in their dazzling evening gowns, their jewel-like hues filling the large room with colors as bright as the shimmering lights on a Christmas tree. Many wore sparkling jewels around their necks, and diamonds dripped from their ears like giant teardrops. The men looked as though they’d jumped right off the pages of the latest edition of GQ. Slacks creased to perfection, no one appeared to have a hair out of place. She’d never seen so many beautifully dressed people in one room. It reminded her of a night at the Oscars. She felt drab in comparison. The main room buzzed with dozens of voices and numerous accents. Nervously, Lin brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she searched the crowd for Will. Seeing him directly across from her, she held her arm high in the air in hopes of gaining his attention. When several seconds passed without him acknowledging her, she dropped her arm to her side, feeling like a silly schoolgirl attending her first dance.
