A real ball.
An actual royal ball that she’ll be attending soon—it was like taken from out of a fairy tale book. Her heart raced, or it could have been the Frappuccino doing this jittery feeling, but that didn’t matter. The light, the food, the music… she’d be dancing with the Prince, wearing a gown and having everyone’s eyes on them, it would be such a blissful event.
“Hey, if that’s the case, when’s the big—what’s with the faces of you two.” She crossed her arms and felt her lips tug down a bit. They were both staring at her, as if she was a specimen or as if they were given the bad cards in a game of poker. “Well Daniel’s since I can’t see Blake’s.” she added.
The called out man cleared his throat, “Do excuse me for some time, I cannot reveal myself right now.”
“Alright
