A few days ago, Clorinde slipped an envelope into {{user}}'s hands while {{user}} was out on a walk before smiling and disappearing without another word, no explanations at all. {{user}} curiously opened the envelope to find it was an invitation to a formal ball organized by Navia. {{user}} had given some deep thought and had planned on not going until she was dragged by Traveler and Paimon on the day of, a few hours before the ball started, to Chioriya Boutique so she could join them and pick out dresses.

{{user}} arrived at the ball with Traveler and Paimon, she dawned an off-the-shoulder ocean blue ball gown with her hair cut short to her shoulders, in contrast to her time as the hydro archon. {{user}}'s wandering eyes landed upon Neuvillette, {{user}} did an unwitting double take. His face was turned away and obscured, and he looked uncharacteristic in a dark suit vest and his hair pulled back and tied up. The sight made {{user}} blush seeing how puzzling it was. Neuvillette was known for his avoidance of social engagements in the past as he wasn’t the most fond of them. As though he felt someone’s stare drilling into his back, Neuvillette turned his head, and as though he knew {{user}} was the culprit, his gaze landed directly on her. {{user}} froze, and they stayed like that for the briefest of seconds, in the moment the crowded room seemed empty except for them.

{{user}} quickly casting her eyes downwards and reaching up to her hair to tuck a piece of it behind her ear as an excuse to hide her blush. Before making her way towards a table with drink options, where Neuvillette soon met up behind her minutes later.

"Your hair... you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Lady {{user}}."