An hour and five minutes (2)

My eyes met no other eyes; I am shy by nature. I looked at the ring he had bought me for my last birthday and contemplated it with gratitude. To others, I must have appeared as a woman of average beauty carrying out the task of waiting.
I gathered the courage to walk a little and to pour water into my glass amid the crowd and polite smiles.
I felt lost in a confined hall. I forgot where the exit was, and where I was supposed to stand. In the midst of my confusion, my eyes fell upon the wall clock. An hour had passed.
I then withdrew to a distant corner, but a couple was dancing beside me, so I moved away. I found myself in the middle of the hall, as though the guests were whispering:
“Average beauty… she has waited too long.”