PogueMahone
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Ivan Clarkson
Ivan smiled as she accepted, his arms going around her as she closed her eyes, both of them beginning to move as one. Ivan closed his eyes, focusing on a memory, the first dance he had ever taken Celeste to, and willed it to happen again. The faint strains of the music filled the large room as he opened his eyes once more, smiling at Jenna as she glanced about quickly in disbelief before asking him, “How can this be?”
“Oh, there are times when I think this old house is alive and dreams of it’s own glory days as much as I do,” Ivan said, admiring her as they swirled gracefully around the phantom couples around them. She looked ravishing in the elegant low cut gown, her fiery hair piled up on top of her head in an elaborate fashion that had gone out of style decades ago. “I must say that outfit suits you,” Ivan told her, holding her tight as the music turned into a slow romantic waltz.
Ivan smiled as she accepted, his arms going around her as she closed her eyes, both of them beginning to move as one. Ivan closed his eyes, focusing on a memory, the first dance he had ever taken Celeste to, and willed it to happen again. The faint strains of the music filled the large room as he opened his eyes once more, smiling at Jenna as she glanced about quickly in disbelief before asking him, “How can this be?”
“Oh, there are times when I think this old house is alive and dreams of it’s own glory days as much as I do,” Ivan said, admiring her as they swirled gracefully around the phantom couples around them. She looked ravishing in the elegant low cut gown, her fiery hair piled up on top of her head in an elaborate fashion that had gone out of style decades ago. “I must say that outfit suits you,” Ivan told her, holding her tight as the music turned into a slow romantic waltz.