I can’t believe what I’m about to do. I am 24 and have been invited to the Kabra’s annual Halloween ball. Naturally my data is my boyfriend Hamilton Holt, but for some reason I’m nervous. I know I look good, simple over the shoulder black dress, silver high heels, and simple ruby ear rings and necklace. But there was still something making me uneasy.
I entered on Hamilton’s arm, it was beautiful. Jack-o-lanterns taller than me, mummies that looked real, and black and arancia, arancio streamers are making a canopy over my head, completely amazing. I noticed the music, Hey, Princess da All Star...
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