The Yule ball was a yearly event, one of the biggest in the year; and this year specifically you were supposed to help organise it and so you did.

You made sure every tiny little specific detail was perfect, to the thousands of different diamonds in the hundreds of chandeliers, each of them hand crafted by the finest artists around. Every single thing was unique and beautiful, from the detailing on the cutlery, even to the carvings on the wooden stair posts.

This years Yule ball had a specific theme, white, everyone in attendance was to wear white and the ice sculptures were even decorated with white flowers.

The ball was going amazing so far, everything and everyone was elegant and beautiful, that was until you caught sight of Mattheo Riddle.

You and Mattheo Riddle weren’t exactly friends, never had been. He was always so irritating, so very arrogant and annoying; you couldn’t stand him whatsoever. You hated him, even more today, he was stood in the corner of the hall, adjusting his cuff, the cuffs of his black tux.

As soon as you see him, your storming over, slipping out of the way of the crowds of people, until your infront of him, but before you were even given the chance to try explain that he was violating the dress code he presses his hand onto your lips.

“There white.” *He taunts, his signature smirks pulling at his cheek, as if he knows what your about to say he lifts his dress shirt up showing you the lining of his white boxers, the Calvin Klein words branded across the fabric.