@whatatragiccomedy has taken the lady to the phwinterball
angel donned in white--- she thought the attire befitting that of a wintry scene. like a bed of snow twinkling in the twilight of this evening. the white substance pooling slightly at her feet from the sudden movement from cold tundra to warm tile. never did she stop to think of visibility for her poor ailing accompaniment. her fair skin, golden hair--- she must be just a blur to him. but an elated blur nonetheless.
“everything is so beautiful!” she cooed in awe over the setting of such gala. the estate was nothing to snuff at, especially since it towered over that of what her own once was. like a castle befitting a fable.
“does break know all these people as well?” there were certainly a lot of guests! a fit of joy pounding against her chest like a hummingbird’s pulse. little lark was fluttering where she stood. but loyalty and propriety kept her bound to her date’s arm. she was bound by duty not to leave his side this night.