Eva's snow-white hair was parted to one side and fell in waves down to her shoulders, just barely grazing them. She wore a navy blue [url=https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g2-M01-15-3F-rBVaG1YDlFmARPlkAAEJV-cRh4I976.jpg/g-tico-negro-quincea-era-vestidos-de-bola.jpg]dress[/url] and a matching [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/ea4722554273160822cc0236bade664b/tumblr_nkzta7Nccs1qfbxrmo1_500.jpg]mask[/url]. Standing off to the less crowded side of the ball room, the young woman kept to herself as she slowly sipped on a glass of white wine. Even though she was wearing a dark shade of lipstick, Eva avoided anything that could stain her teeth, especially when she would be in the presence of the prince. To be less than perfectly presentable for him was just unacceptable...or so she was told. 

The moment the prince made his announcement, Eva couldn't help but grow a little bit anxious. Her pulse increased just the slightest, and she finished the wine that was left in the glass as an attempt to calm her nerves. Realizing that they both could meet at any moment, Eva hurriedly made her way over to one of the tables to drop off her empty glass before rushing to the ladies' room. Once there, she popped in a mint and made sure her lipstick wasn't smudged. It wasn't like her to act this way, but she wasn't just about to meet any man, she was about to meet The Crown Prince himself. 

A few moments later, Eva emerged from the ladies' room, slowly letting out a quiet breath before walking over to the same general area she was at before. The young woman was feeling better now, maybe even a little bit confident, but she would simply watch people dance for the moment being.