The clock struck four.
Vanessa leaned against the cool wall.
She could hear the music vibrating through the walls, feel the footsteps of heavy-footed men above her, and almost see the bright lights of the party stories above her.
She closed her eyes and imagined herself there, in the thick of it: she danced with the handsomest men and drank the finest wines.
She made all the other girls jealous.
She smiled and danced a waltz with someone, who, she didn't care, all she wanted was for this night to last forever.