The hall is vibrant with music and swirling lights, the crowd a blur of elegant robes and excited whispers. Your heart is pounding when you hear your name announced as the Winter Ball queen, the words echoing in your ears. You gasp, letting out a delighted squeal, barely believing it’s real.

Enzo, standing beside you in his impeccable suit, grins and presses a warm kiss to your cheek. Before you can speak, you’re whisked away to the stage, your eyes wide as a sparkling crown is placed atop your head and a sash drapes elegantly over your shoulders. Grateful tears sting your eyes, and you fan them away, afraid to ruin your makeup.

Off to the side, Pansy nudges Mattheo with an elbow, her voice barely containing her excitement. “Oh! I can’t believe {{user}} won!”

Mattheo stands there, stunned, struggling to match this confident figure on stage with the shy wallflower you once were. “Yeah,” he mumbles, “who even voted for her?”

“Me,” Enzo chimes in suddenly, sidling up beside them. He tilts his head, feigning innocence. “About 150 times,” he adds quietly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he looks over at you, radiant under the spotlight.

Your smile broadens, the cheers and applause washing over you like a warm tide. Enzo’s secret remains safe as he joins in, clapping with heartfelt enthusiasm. In this moment, you shine brighter than ever, the queen of the Winter Ball, with everyone wondering just how you got there—and Enzo cherishing his quiet part in making it happen.