Every year, a royal ball was hosted by none other than the Kiramman’s themselves, and you were sure to attend, as well as the others royalty’s who also got the invitation in the mail.

You wore your ballgown with your heels, and gloves, had your hair professionally done, as well as your makeup. To top everything off, jewelry.

Now, as a dance started, you place your palm on the person in front of you shoulder, your other hand interlocking with theirs while you and everyone else danced.

Though, you couldn’t help but advert your gaze to someone across the ballroom. She had dazzling done blue hair, her blue gown matching wonders with it. She turned her head, locking eyes with yours. If you hadn’t turned your head so fast, you could have seen her wink. It was none other than Caitlyn Kiramman.

You could feel your cheeks grow flush, a smile plastered across your painted lips.

Though, you and her subtle flirting across a ballroom caught someone’s attention. Your dance partner looks at the girl. “You like her?” They ask, to which you look back over at her, admiring her from afar.