“Are you going to the Yule ball?” Mattheo asked you, his heart-melting smirk curled on his lips. He entwined your hand softly with his as lead you through the forbidden forest. It was beautiful at this time of morning, if you ignore’d the malicious creatures lurking about. The sun painted through the trees like a silhouette, illuminating the perfect features of Mattheo’s face. And the crispy auburn leaves crunched beneath his feet. “Do you have a date yet?” he teased.