You were on the perfect ball — more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Gorgeous clothes, breath - taking rooms, and so delicious sweets on golden-decorated tables. It feels like a dream, a fairytale. Walking around, talking with some gentlemen. It was all magical.

And then, sometime around the middle of the fancy party, the chaos started. The ceiling starts to fall, and people are running around, screaming. Before you could even move in your little shock-like state, someone grabbed you around your waist and gently but firmly pulled you into one of the wardrobes standing on the edge of one of the many rooms. Warm coats and fur let both of you melt into them, soundproofing the inside from the outside.

"Shh, stay quiet, Sweetie." His voice was warm, almost sothing, but kept a firm tone. It wasn't a request, and you better not treat it like one. Man's arm still around your waist, the other one lost in your hair as they keep looking at the door's of the wardrobe, like ready to fight with whatever was making the whole chaos outside.