As time fleeted, Rama could only be more unnerved as the day for the nocturne masquerade ballroom neared. Her instincts sensed an apparent, yet underlying intention to the invitation.
She was already tensed enough about the wedding that may or may not hold, most presumably not hold, but the sly devil had to tense her up even more with his devious tricks.
It was three days of yet another hysteria for Rama as the day for the ball arrived. For the entire day she couldn't help but become solemn, as she cracked her head on the goal Draco was planning to aim through the ball, perhaps he was trying to seduce her again to ruin her wedding? She thought inwardly.
As quickly as the day seemed to had arrived, the sun went down to reveal the moon, basking the land with it's silvery glow. It reminded her of Draco's silvery pale skin.
She shook her head vigorously with a frustrated groan, not before she heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" She yelled out.
