𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥

Tw: swearing, angst

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— Girls, girls! I have wonderful news! — Marcy ran into the room, interrupting your board game with Anne. By the way, Marcy tripped and nearly fell on desk.

— Well, Mar-Mar, tell us what's the news, — Anne said. You just continued to drink your tea.

Marcy stood up, dusted herself off, and then cleared her throat.

— So. The thing is, Andrias told me that we... are having a ball!

— What?!

You spit out the tea.

— Ball?! You have balls?

— Yeah, I told you.

— Oh yes, exactly. It's just, you've done so much in Newtopia that I sometimes forget things.

— It's okay. So are you going?

— Yes! Yes, yes, yes! — exclaimed Anne enthusiastically. Though you weren't so determined.

— Okay, I'll go. It's just... I'm not really into ballroom dancing. What about costumes?

— Don't worry about it! They're will be made for you.

— Alright. And when will the ball be? — asked Anne.

— Tomorrow, — Wu said with an innocent smile.

— TOMORROW?! — you and Anne screamed.

— Come on, girls. It's only ten in the morning now. You will have time to prepare. Follow me to the sewing room! — with that, Marcy left the room. You were in mixed feelings. And all because, again, you didn't like balls. You were more into discotheques. You ALSO didn't like dresses.

— [Y/n], I can see by your face that you're doubtful. BUT you should come with us, — Boonchuy put her hand on your shoulder, — You don't hang out with us much anyway, but here's a good chance.

— I didn't "hang out" with you because I was busy researching. And chatted with the king, — the last part you added more quietly.

— Oooh, I see, — she smiled smugly. Oh no, — King Andrias will also be at the ball. I'm sure you'll find time to chat together and--

— Enough, — you covered her mouth with your hand.

— Come on, [Y/n], I was just joking! — Anne threw a pillow at you.

— Oooooh, is that a challenge? — you grabbed a pillow, so did Boonchuy, and you had a mini pillow fight.

— Guys, let's go already! — Marcy appeared at the door.

— Okay, okay, we're going! — Anne said, and you both laughed later.

***

You have entered that sewing room. Your pajamas have already been sewn here, but you have never been inside. This room was not particularly different from the others, except for the fact that different fabrics, clothes and sewing machines were everywhere.

— Well, girls! Here your dresses will be sewn for you. Come and feel free to talk about what kind of design you want.

Anne immediately ran up to one newt. You had some doubts.

You approached another newt.

— Which dress design do you prefer?

— Ooooh, you see... can you make me something like... a suit? Male suit... you know, white shirt with short sleeves, black tuxedo, the same black men's shoes and tie... if that can be arranged.