The swordswoman waved as she waited outside of the ball, previously watching others enter as she waited for the one who was accompanying her. Perhaps it was silly for her entrance to be delayed by another person; it’s as if a force field had kept her from entering until the night’s other half was by her side.
It was a relief to see the other female; naturally she had began wondering if she got ‘stood up’ (a phrase that she had heard frequently that night). However, Hinata had graced her with her presence- an emphasis placed on the word grace as her appearance was of regal quality. Naoto’s dress was black with a high collar and lace- only a single step above what she would normally wear. Truly,her heels were the main embellishment that set her apart from her casual self. Nevertheless, she looked at her companion with awe as a slight blush made their way onto her countenance.
In a flustered state, she noticed that her dress didn’t compare to the other. Should she have dressed up more? Would it be better if she strayed from her usual clothing type? Hopefully the other girl wasn’t disappointed in her lack of grandeur.
❝You... You look beautiful... I’m sorry that I’m not as... dressed up.❞
