Dalia hadn’t been told by Matthias specifically to go to the ball. She was sure he had other plans for her, but regardless, she thought it was best to act normal. The normal Daphne would go to the stupid thing, and so, while she wore a much more revealing and tight-fitting black dress than Daphne would have, she put her heels on, curled her hair, and put on some red lipstick. Taking a deep breath, she smirked before walking into the ballroom.
“They’ve done a beautiful job this year. Not that it wasn’t beautiful last year, but...where is the bar, again?”













