The moonlight shined through the windows, casting the vast ballroom with its soft glow. Fontaine’s main hall was flooded with people from the village. Neuvillette was there as well, standing in a corner before eventually joining his partner.

Everyone danced, surrounded by the soothing melody of the disc stereo—playing the orchestral version of “Love Story”. They all had fun, all had that glint of admiration for their partners.

But this was way too romantic for Wriothesley’s taste. He huffed in annoyance, picking another raisin from the nearby snacking plates. His gaze landed on yours, who also seemed to be bored out of your mind. He smirked mischievously, motioning towards the disc stereo. You nodded knowingly as you both made your way towards the disc stereo.

“Thinking what i’m thinking?” He muttered excitedly, already knowing your answer. “This music is a bit too romantic, if you ask me.” you answered playfully. Wriothesley, satisfied by your answer, changed the music to something more..rocky.

A guitar riff erupted throughout the once peaceful ballroom, earning multiple gasps from the crowd. Monsieur Neuvillette’s troubled expression was priceless. Staying another second here was probably a bad idea.

Before you knew it, you were running with Wriothesley through the halls, your laughs filling the corridors. He eventually made a stop, catching his breath. The sight of you still laughing made his stomach stir. And he knew dam well it wasn’t because of the dozens of raisins he had eaten.

No, this was something else. You looked pretty. Really pretty. He couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over your white dress, even if the dress code had precisely said to wear pale blue clothes. His breath hitched. You were such a troublemaker. Just like him. He had always thought of you as his best friend, his partner in crime…

But what if he suddenly thought you were more than that?

Because, right now, the sight of your dress hugging your curves, ignited a fire inside of him that he yet couldn’t fathom.