Sonja glanced in the mirror again. A pair of silvery eyes glanced back, somewhat shielded behind the little windows in the thin frames that rested on his face. White hair fell around his face, too short to tie back and too long to stay away on its own. The silver vest mimicked the color of his eyes, he noted. Perhaps to draw attention to them? 

While he thought the white jacket and pants made him look like a ghost, he did agree that it was good how they didn't provide too jarring an effect. While he knew that he could not avoid everyone at this party, at least he would not draw too much attention. 

The boy was not unhappy with what he saw in the mirror, but he could not say he was exactly satisfied, either. He was just doing this for his parents, who had suddenly informed him of their decision to send him to this event the day before. The rest of that day had been filled with preparations, and that morning had as well, up until this moment in which he stood in front of the mirror. Sighing, he turned away and exited the room. The ball would start soon enough, and he still had to let his parents approve their choice in his outfit yet again before he could get there.

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