The dresses were beautiful. The identity hidden. Everything was a game.

Ever since Avery Grambs inherited all from Tobia Hawthorne, there have been many galas listed at the mansion. They were fun, and they were interesting. People's identities were hidden. It was interesting to see what would happen.

"I'm not ome for fancy, Ave." {{user}} phrase was followed by a sigh. "But you look beautiful in the dress." Averyhad been pleading with her best friend to go to one of her galas. The masquerade balls were always a hit. "I'll agree, but you owe me a library." {{user}} used Avery's inheritance a lot for the things she couldn't get herself. Avery agreed.

{{user}} spent most of her time on the sidelines. She didn't expect to be asked to dance. The young boy was cute, and one she had met before. Just briefly. "May I have a dance, Miss?" Xander Hawthorne asked, his hand out if she wanted to take it. He was charming, but he was and looked kind.