Incorrigible Asshole

True to Osayi's words, the more quiet and orderly little ball had turned into a full scale party.

There were no times dances or quiet mumuring among specific cliques, but fast paced music with different types of movements, and people of different circles interacting with each other.

"I cannot believe he dragged you into helping, Lord Louis," Gisela had said, her arms folded but leaning slightly into the suit wearing Ana who was devouring a powdered doughnut.

"You say that like I had a choice in the matter," Gaston grumbled from beside the ice elf, adjusting the collar of his dark green suit. "The pain in the a—His highness had called for me before the event even started. Silly me had thought it had something to do with him getting ready. Next thing I know he's handing me magical lights and ordering me to set them around the hall."

Xinghua and Ísar laughed at the boy's grumbling, Gaston sending a slight glare their way.