Kiss me with those red lips

Dear Heart,
The drama ball. It's theme was the circus, and on the way in we passed a man breathing fire like a dragon in a tux. Libby was draped in gold, like a Bond Girl and Henry got very drunk and started accosting people on the dance floor. And I, happy, limped home at 5 am, peeling my shoes off my aching feet, but leaving the ghost of a smile on my face.
Love, Lydia x