Aria was rushing towards the ballroom with all the dignity she could muster with the heavy dress she was wearing. She was already late for the ball, and it seemed like the main event was going to start anytime soon.
Father will be furious...
She lamented as she hurried the best she could.
It did not help that she had been forced to wear ridiculously tall heels.
She beelined towards the ballroom, navigating the palace with a trained precision that only someone who has been living in for a long while could muster.
She furiously bolted down the halls, the sound of her heels hitting the marble floor ringing loudly in her ears.
Then right as she was turning another corner, she saw him.
His features were soft, almost delicate, framed by pale blond hair that shimmered under the ballroom lights. His eyes—a bright, startling blue—met hers for a fleeting second, uncertain yet oddly clear. His attire was elegant but understated, touched with the faint blush of silk at his collar.
