[color=lightgray][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/251201/c2aa0dc1b6b42d24a75fa41585d16882.png[/img][/center]Time: 6PM 
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/01/12/d0/0112d031ddfb7014c40521af35b17f2f.jpg]Sylvia's Outfit[/url]
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[color=F09A99][i]You got this, Sylvia.[/i][/color]

The young Varian princess hovered near the entrance to the grand ball pacing back and forth with a bundle of nerves, repeating this small phrase for the past few minutes. The personal maid she had brought along with her had expertly done her makeup and selected the perfect dress to complement her figure. Her siblings were just within, likely mingling with the various nobility brought here for just this occasion. She was grateful for the finger-less gloves as it allowed her to ineffectually soothe her anxiety by twiddling her thumbs. [color=F09A99]"No more stalling. It is time for my enchanting debut!"[/color]

[b][color=1a7b30]"Now entering Princess Sylvia Camilia of Varian."[/color][/b] The herald's voice projected without yelling.

Sylvia's bright smile and confident stride into the grand room hid the shiver that crawled along her spine at the attention her announcement might have drawn to her. Her eyes flicked between people and the decorations, feeling just a bit overwhelmed at the situation as she made her way further in. Besides her siblings, she really did not know anyone else here very well. She steeled her resolve as she noticed Askel and Lucian already. Nothing would happen if she hovered around her siblings forever. Her eyes drifted towards the wondrous rows of dessert laid out.

Temptation prompted her to step closer with the troubling thoughts leaving her mind briefly. There was so much and kinds she have never tried before! She knew it might be in poor taste to have some dessert this early so she reasserted her resolve. Sylvia rubbed her thumb against her pointer hidden behind her clasped hands. Her eyes were focused on a particular tray of cookies. Perhaps just a couple would be enough to ease the turmoil in her stomach. Her laced covered hand reached tentatively for one, biting her lip slightly, and then snatched her own hand dramatically. [color=F09A99]"You must stay strong, Sylvia. The night is young."[/color] She muttered with a quite sigh to herself.
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