The Agenda: Day 18
It happened at my first ball. The gypsies bewitched my imagination with their dancing. I had never seen anyone, or anything as beautiful in my life.
Sadly, I was an ideal victim to the gypsy charm and pleasantries. I was an anxious child who felt strange different, awkward and alone.
From the first time he smiled at me, I was obsessed. I wanted what they had to rub off on me. I wanted a different life.