The Ballroom Epilogue

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It's July 16, 1918; I ran to the ballroom in which you could find all of our guests. Papa is coming back from his trip, and the ball was thrown to honor him. My shoes were clicking on the carpet n our long hallways. I slammed the door open to the ballroom, and everything went silent. Everyone was looking at me. “Sorry!” I yelled in multiple languages. “Papa! You’re back,” I jumped into his arms crying, “Papa I missed you so much!” “Hi my little Anechka, I missed you so much,” he said, “I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I was off in France dealing with problems from the revolution.” “That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you’re back, I love you papa!” “I love you too Anastasia.” “Can we go outside Papa?” I asked. “No Anna, remember we're not allowed to leave the house!” …show more content…

My heels clicked against the stunning marble floor. “I’m sorry I have to go talk to your mother,” Papa pulled away. “Papa, please stay,” I started tearing up. “I'm sorry I must go,” he answered. He walked away from the crowd of dancing people. The top of his sleek brown pressed down hair disappeared as people filed in the path he left. I ran over to the furthest table so no one would see me cry. My fluffy pink dress fell into the way of my feet, and I almost tripped not only myself but other people. I fell on to the table; hands pressed to my face so no one would be able to see it. As I was weeping quietly someone sat down next to me, I didn’t dare to look up. I heard a cough… “Hello your highness,” a lonely servant boy greeted me. “Why are you crying?” he asked. “I’m just upset that my father isn’t able to dance with me,” I answered. “Well princess, I Michael Valkovich, hope that you will take my hand and dance with me,” he offered me his hand. “I, Anastasia Romanov, daughter of Nicholas II and Princess Alix of Hesse-Darmstadt, shall dance with you.” He grabbed my hand and walked over to the dance floor; we danced the night

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