The hall has been completely transformed, and the moment you step inside, it feels like you've stepped into a fairy tale. The room falls silent, not completely, but just enough for you to notice.

You're radiant. The dress you're wearing isn't just stunning - it demands attention. The fabric clings just enough to hint at your shape, then flows into a train that moves as if caught in a gentle breeze.

All eyes turn, but two gazes in particular feel magnetic.

Across the room — leaning casually near the long table — Mattheo is the first to notice. He stops mid-sentence, the smirk on his lips faltering. His dark eyes trace over you, slow, intense, as if he’s committing the moment to memory. A flick of his tongue across his lip. His drink stays frozen in his hand.

On the other side of the room, Harry sees you next. He straightens instinctively. A flicker of something crosses his face - surprise, admiration, maybe even awe. His eyes soften, and he takes half a step forward before catching himself.

They exchange a look — silent, heavy with unspoken tension. The kind of tension that says, “I saw her first.”

From your place near the entrance, you meet their eyes in turn. The music continues to play, and it feels as if your heartbeat matches its rhythm.

Mattheo - dark, enigmatic, with a glimmer of danger in his gaze. A storm you'd like to get lost in.

Harry - steady, brave, with a rare warmth that could melt stone. A spark that could set your heart on fire.

And then you take a step forward.

Who will you choose?