Every year, the royal family hosted a masquerade ball. This was because they naturally had an inclination to the dramatics and theatre. Razzle, of course enjoyed this. He got to talk to the nobles, goof around and have fun, while Dazzle…found it subpar.

Dazzle was sitting in the corner she sat at, quite literally EVERY year, refusing to talk any man, woman or otherwise that passed. She really disliked these parties.

While Razzle was doing Razzle things whilst she simply…sat. Maybe waiting for a pretty girl to walk by. She sighed, putting her chin on her palm, dark curls falling in front of her face.

Oh, and like magic, when she opened her eyes, a gorgeous noble girl passed through her line of sight. She was simply idling by the buffet, but she really did catch her eye. But no…no she wouldn’t approach her. She was far too awkward for that.