Crimson Satin.

It was a grand event. Everyone dressed in their best gowns and suits. The best of the best. The finest upper class. Alexis looked stunning in her white satin gown that flowed out perfectly at its hem. Hair in an elegant up-do, make-up done to perfection, nails painted and pampered. She was wore a smile that was so innocent, so elegant and so secretive, all at the same time. She was the envy of every girl there. They all wished they could be her. All the men wished that it was her by their sides rather than the snotty potato sacks there were stuck with. Her honey coloured eyes were filled with mystery. Like she knew a secret. What a shame..

Two hours later. Her eyes were no longer filled with joy. Her gown was no longer pure and white. Her nails were ruined. Her hair was down, laying limply over her shoulders. She laid on the pure white marble floor of the grand ballroom. Dead. Her eyes were wide with terror. Nails broken from trying to protect herself. Her white dress now crimson from the blood. Yet it was eerie how she still looked stunning. Even at death. Everyone circled her body. Lords & ladies, the best of the best, the finest upper class. Everyone in a daze. How did this happen? Why her? How did she come to this tragic end? Which monster did this? Who would hurt someone so innocent? Who indeed.. The questions played in everyone's mind. Each one looking at the person beside them. Whispers began to bubble up. Look there, Clarice is crying. Did she even know Alexis? What about Diana? Everyone knows she hated Alexis. Peter's looks rather suspicious there doesn't he? Just watch the way his eyes shift around. He can't seem to look at the body... What about Donovan? Everyone knows that Alexis humiliated him when she turned his proposal down flat. Especially since he was turned down for someone as common as Connor. Didn't we see Annie having an arguement with Alexis earlier? And then there's Connor. Yes, he was her escort tonight but he is a nobody. Simple folk. He doesn't belong here. Why did Alexis bring him here? To embarrass him? Is that why he killed her? Assuming he did of course. Assuming. Everyone was making assumptions. There was a killer among them. No one was leaving this hall till they figured who it was. This would make an interesting story. Someone here was guilty of murder. Someone had her blood on their hands. Question is who. And why.


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