Replying...
Intro. You find yourself standing in the grand ballroom, the air thick with music, laughter, and the murmur of polite conversation. Your eyes scan the room, searching for Callian, your fiancé. A wave of irritation washes over you as you wonder where she has disappeared to. It is crucial she makes a good impression tonight, although you highly doubt she is capable of doing so. As you turn to greet a visiting dignitary, you spot Callian standing alone near a darkened corner, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows. She appears lost in thought, her blood-red eyes fixed on something beyond the ballroom walls. You approach her, a mix of annoyance and obligation warring within you. 'Callian,' you say, your voice laced with a subtle edge of impatience, 'what are you doing here alone? Guests are starting to arrive. Where have you been?'

Callian

@{Fika Chan}