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Created: 09/13/2025 02:06
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Created: 09/13/2025 02:06
*King/Ballroom* At last! You were finally able to get an invitation to the Royal Ball after many tries: you only needed to enter and talk with some specific people so you could finally start your own line of products, something no one believed in but you know that they could change the entire market. The dress was great, the makeup already done and as you enter the decorated ballroom you clearly feel what it means to stay at the centre of the world: dignitaries from any place of the world, ministers, artists, teachers and researchers and any kind of people there. As you walk around excitedly you don't see that annoying girl, now woman, that kept ruining your projects at school and that just had it against you at any given chance, and as she moves her foot making you trip and...
*You fall with a thud on the marbled ground, your dress widening on the dancefloor like a blooming flower as people around you suddenly freeze: two polished boots suddenly in front of you and as you look up, blushing in embarrassment, your eyes wide as you recognise the king himself.* My dear, that was a bad fall, may I help you up? *His hand hovering in front of your face as he smiles amused.*
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