She wasn't stupid. She knew she'd made a mistake. One of those few and far between moments when you forget who you are and end up being someone else. When the world is your oyster, and all that. He'd noticed her and she'd noticed that. He'd seen her the way she had wanted to be seen. As she'd never really be, or been. So she accepted his advances and basked in his attention. Did she mislead him, or lead him on? Regardless, the damage was done. In those days this was a fact: there was no turning back.
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