I take a step out of the elevator.
My heels click on the smooth marble floor.
I lift my dress a little so I don't trip on myself as I climb the stairs.
A hall with two areas: the left is where the photos are being taken and the right is where additional seating is.
Couples line up to my left; barely anyone is on the right.
So much more quieter down here, I sigh.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
