Looking at the woman's beautiful graceful features Chang started comparing the two of them. She was tall, slim, and elegant, like a graceful willow tree, a model body type and face. The woman in the pictures held herself gracefully with perfect posture, her refinement showed through, Chang had fairly good posture from years of dance and doing martial arts with her father, but she wasn't a n.o.ble woman like She obviously was. Not only her demeanor her clothes and jewels showed that she was of a way higher standard than Chang could ever hope to be. Dancing with Jian she was smiling showing a row of perfect white teeth as she smiled up at him, her black crystal like eyes s.h.i.+ning. In her champagne colored sleeveless halter necked dress, and Jian in hus well fitting black tuxedo, they looked like a couple, a perfectly matched pair in every way. Seeing the hateful image Chang wanted to tear it up into a million pieces and never see it again, but she couldn't stop staring. It felt like someone stabbed her with a bunch of knives in her stomach and heart, bitterness seeped into her bones from the wounds.

'What is this?Why are you with all these women? Jian what's real, do you really care for me?' Chang's head pounded and she held in between her hands trying to stifle the pounding pain. 'This cant be real.. Jian.. where are you? I want to see you. I want you to hold me..' At the thought of holding she saw in her mind him kissing the hand of that woman and holding her in his arms, and doing things like had been doing before he left with that beautiful woman. 'No!!' she screamed in her mind banis.h.i.+ng the image before it could form.

Chang started to break down earnestly seeing the devastating images, crumpling into a ball, her fists over her head. As she lay there she felt a hand rest on top of her head. Chang swatted away the hand, she just wanted to be alone. There was only one person she wanted to talk to right now and she wasn't even sure if she really did want to right now. The images kept flas.h.i.+ng in her eyes torturing her further, and she began to sob harder. She heard the footsteps leave a few minutes later she heard a few coming back, one as the heavy trompings of a man's boot.

"Lady Dumont!" The guard called out to her, distressed at the sight of her curled up on the ground.

'Great' she thought bitterly to herself, still laying on the ground, refusing to look up and show her tear stained face.