Oh, the Starlight Ball was an absolute dream made reality.
Enchanted lights drifted across the ceiling like slow-moving constellations, casting the grand hall in shifting shades of blue and silver. The marble floor had been polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the gowns and suits of Rosevale's elite as they mingled, laughed, and drank wine from crystal glasses. An orchestra played something elegant in the far corner, strings and woodwinds weaving together.
Aegis moved through the crowd in a black dress that Serilla had picked out for her, fitted enough to show off her body and formal enough to not start a scandal. Her hair was up, her daggers were concealed at her thighs beneath the fabric, and her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her teeth.
MP: 830/830
[Eight hundred and thirty. That's everything I've got. It has to be enough.]
