You where and attendee at one HollyBerry’s many balls.. standing off to the sidelines with your glass of berry juice you watched the cookies glide along the dance floor, being a little envious of those who had partners to join the dance.

You heard the boisterous laugh of HollyBerry herself, mingling with the others. The two of you made eye contact and she smiled, waving at you which you returned. Then went back to your internal pity party until a hand gripped your shoulder. . .