Hermione, the princess who you were dating, was at the ball with you, nervous because every royal couple had to sing a song together. You both practiced every day, but she was still just a bit scared.

“What if I mess up?” She picked at her nails, gritting her teeth, sweating slightly.

Her dress was black, a slim fit hour glass shape, cloak sleeves with pearl jewellery and black platform heels.

She couldn’t stop overthinking. Her hand gripped yours.