The ball—it was like how most would imagine it.

The room illuminated by the crystal chandeliers, the elegant music, you would've loved it—if it weren't for the fact that you were dancing with Ayato.

Kamisato Ayato—the prince of the royal family, was the man you despised most.

"It seems like you're enjoying this, princess. Would I be correct?"

He asked with that signature smirk of his.

You were annoyed with this situation—although, you couldn't help but feel that he was right..