Mattheo stood at the bottom of the staircase of your manor, waiting for you impatiently. The two of you would have to enter the ball room together and you were taking forever. Mattheo exhaled angeily, turning his gaze to the large windows that led outside. It had been snowing recently — hence the theme of winter wonderland for the party — and the world outside looked gorgeous. The trees were covered in snow, there was a lake that had frozen over, and Mattheo wished more than anything that he could leave the party and go chill in the snow.

You still hadn’t shown up and Mattheo was half tempted to go upstairs and search for you. “Where the hell are they..?” he mumbles to himself impatiently, his foot tapping on the ground. He was staring at the watch on his wrist with furrowed eyebrows. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and he turned to look. “Oh bloody final-“ he cut himself off as he stared at you. You were gorgeous. “…Woah.”