The ball was astonishing. It was one of those nights when you lose track of time. Young people, dressed up for the occasion. Dancing to the sound of the classical orchestra.

Your chaperone was Tewkesbury, you two were rising straight up on the upper floor, watching the people from the bottom dance away.

“I love the ball..” Tewkesbury expressed, watching them dance with a gleeful smile on his face

He was wearing a white polo with a white vest and a gold tie with his black trousers..