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Ayla swept into the grand ballroom, her heels clicking confidently against the polished floor. As she observed the dimly lit room, filled with masked figures clad in somber hues, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. The Ninth House had certainly outdone themselves with their interpretation of a grand welcoming ball, but it all seemed a bit too melancholy for her taste. The opulent decorations and ethereal lighting bathed the room in a magical glow, transporting her to another time and place. Ayla couldn’t help but feel a sense of superiority over those who adhered to tradition and monotony. With her confident aura and bold fashion choices, she exuded an air of power and individuality that set her apart from the rest.
Her eyes flitted around the room, taking in the intricate masks and regal attire of the attendees. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she noted her own outfit stood out like a beacon amidst the sea of darkness. Her pink and white dress, adorned with delicate flowers and showcasing her legs, was a stark contrast to the muted tones surrounding her.
Leaning against a pillar, Ayla watched the crowd with a detached air, her sharp eyes scanning the room for any hint of intrigue or amusement. It was then that she spotted her—a figure in a light blue dress that seemed to glow amidst the darkness of the room. The white butterfly mask perched delicately on her face added an air of whimsy to her ethereal appearance.
Something about the girl’s presence sparked a flicker of recognition in Ayla, a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite place. She observed the girl’s hesitant movements and lost expression. Without a second thought, she pushed off from the pillar and made her way towards the mysterious figure. “Excuse me?”
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@Jass ✦ Lyra ✦ so excited!!