This was by far not the first large formal event that Evolet had seen or attended, but it was the first time she was not attending it as staff. It was the first time she was a guest, on the arm of the most refined and dapper gentleman she’d ever met, and dressed to the nines herself. She’d never felt so beautiful, never more like Cinderella, and she smiled happily up at the man who had brought her as his date. “This is all so beautiful, Liam.” Her steps were timid, fragile, as she adjusted to the heels, though they weren’t very high at all. At least not in comparison to the shoes on some of the other women. “Thank you, for bringing me here with you. I-.... Are you sure you don’t need to pinch me to make sure that I’m not dreaming?”
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