The ballroom stretched wide enough to swallow voices in its space.
A narrow runway cut straight through the center while the rest of the hall spread outward into polished marble and soft golden lights.
Above it all rose a vast circular dome of transparent glass, the night sky resting just beyond it. Stars shimmered faintly through the ceiling, and the moon hung high and clear below the entire ball.
Cwal stood near the edge of the hall, eyes tilted upward toward that moon.
Beside him, cupcakes were being swallowed left and right.
"You're not gonna eat, ghost?"
"Ghost?" Cwal blinked, taken aback.
"I always took pride in knowing every student from Class 1A, yet I cannot believe I missed one. So I mistook you for a ghost."
Cwal ended up chatting with Emma, who was happily demolishing another cupcake.
"You're close with Azalea, right? Who is her partner tonight?"
"Kenth," she replied casually.
Finster walked up to them.
"Nyahooo."
