It was finally the night of the Fall Ball. Isaac had spent the afternoon preparing for the night, from getting his suit cleaned and ironed to a polish, to practicing his waltz steps. He stood in front of the mirror one last time, adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time, before grabbing the corsage he had bought for {{user}} and heading out of the house.

As he arrives in front of {{user}}'s house, Isaac takes another deep breath, steeling his nerves. He checks his reflection in the window one last time before he rings the doorbell. He stands there, waiting anxiously for someone to answer, his heart pounding in his ears.

After a moment, her parents open the door, a warm smile on their faces. "Good evening, Isaac," her mother greets him. "Come on in. {{user}} is still getting ready."

Isaac nods, thanking them as he enters the house. The familiar scent of baking bread wafts through the air, and he glances around the cozy interior, noting the photos on the walls and the soft sounds of laughter coming from upstairs.

After what feels like an eternity of waiting, Isaac hears the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He looks up, and his breath catches.

She descends the stairs, each step like a slow-motion reveal. Her dress flows gracefully around her, her hair framing her face in soft waves. The light from the hall casts a warm glow on her skin, making her look radiant and mesmerizing. His heart thumps furiously in his chest as he stands frozen in place, utterly mesmerized by her beauty.

He takes in every detail, from the sparkle in her eyes to the hint of perfume in the air. He can't believe that this beautiful girl agreed to be his date, that she is standing there, in front of him, looking like a vision. The only thing he can manage to say is a soft, breathless, "Wow."