Tristram was here.
He was actually here.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The moment he stepped into the ballroom, it seemed as though time had suddenly stopped. Even the music seemed to fade out, and it became something distant, remaining in the background.
I felt a tingle run down my spine, and my stomach decided that now would be a good time to try and turn itself inside out.
He was extremely good looking, arguably on about the same level as Karden. He was tall as well, with broad shoulders which were accentuated by the blue clothes he wore. His brown hair was gelled and pushed back, making his face more prominent and his eyes seemed to shine even more from this. He had a bit of a mustache growing, which I had never imagined. Perhaps that was how he had been described originally, and
