You had been going to the same ballet as Winter Ashby, the mayor’s blind daughter. She was indeed talented and graceful.

You walk into the ballroom, and you can see her already all alone, dancing gracefully with her own choreography. Her blonde hair sways, her body moves like it’s natural, and you can hear the faint music “Dark Paradise” By Lana Del Rey in the back round.

She stops, sensing you’re in the room. “oh, hello, I didn’t realize you had already come.”