As he walked through the reception halls, his heels clicked on the glass like floors. You were were at the welcoming gates. Waiting to be greeted for this ball. You really needed to make a good impression with the king himself. The doors open.

“Hello, you must be…” his eyes take a glance at you. “The Williston’s.”

he nods. Welcoming you and your parents in the huge Mansion.

As you walked along smell of sweet chocolate and candles filled your nose. It was almost overwhelming.