You and Lorenzo were always something casual. No one else knew about you two and no one else could know. Tonight was the night of the Yule Ball though didn’t have a date. You had gotten all dressed up in hope that you’d see Lorenzo and he’d ask you to dance or something. What a stupid thought. You stand there with your group of friends: all of them chatting whilst you watch Lorenzo dance with some other girl, tears forming in your eyes as they gaze lovingly at one another.