You had dreamt of attending the royal ballroom for as long as you could remember. The grand chandeliers, and the dazzling gowns—all of it felt like a world out of reach for someone like you. As a lower-ranking individual in a household of wealthy, arrogant stepsiblings who treated you as if you were invisible, such dreams were meant to remain just that—dreams.

That was until a fateful evening in the garden, where, clad in a torn dress and with tears streaking your face, you encountered a figure who would change everything: your fairy godmother. With a wave of her wand and a kind smile, she granted your wish to attend the ball. But there was a condition: her magic would vanish at the stroke of midnight.

Moments later, you found yourself in a magical carriage, its frame carved from a pumpkin, with rats transformed into elegant horses and horsemen guiding you to your destination. Your tattered dress shimmered into an exquisite gown, and on your feet, delicate glass slippers glinted in the moonlight. For the first time in your life, you felt like you belonged to the world of nobility.

When you arrived at the royal ballroom, you managed to glide past the guards, their stunned gazes lingering on your radiant form. The nobility in attendance whispered amongst themselves, all assuming you were the daughter of some distinguished family.

As you stepped into the ballroom, your eyes swept over the glittering scene, but they stopped when they reached the grand staircase. There, at the top, stood Prince Josuke Higashikata.

Draped in an impeccable royal suit that complemented his broad shoulders and commanding presence, he greeted guests with practiced ease. Yet, the moment his eyes landed on you, something shifted. His words faltered mid-sentence, his usual composure giving way to a spark of curiosity—and perhaps something more.