Soulmate
Carly descended the stairs. She surveyed the room with a nervous eye, trying to pick out her two best friends in the crowd of people. She mentally slapped herself for not asking them what they would be wearing to the Masquerade Ball.
Thankfully, Freddie found her, bowing deeply as he approached. He kissed her hand and gave her roses, just as any suitor would, but Carly found herself wanting something that Fredward Benson just couldn't give. She wanted to feel immediately in love with someone, someone she would be able to instantly call her soulmate. Her eternally, mystically intended.
Carly made small talk with Freddie, making sure to dissuade any attempt he made at romance. She found herself by the food table with punch in hand and a nerd buzzing around her, begging for an opportunity to dance with her. Just as she was about to give in, a knight with shining teeth tapped her gently on the shoulder.
The contact was electric, Carly couldn't remember a time when she'd felt this alive and in love, and she hadn't even gazed into his eyes yet.
She turned, her eyes falling upon two orbs that she found warm, safe, and familiar. The boy clad in a casual suit with plain black mask held out his hand. He had eyes Carly found herself getting lost in, and hair that was obscured by his hat.
They danced so closely that Carly could only attribute this level of comfort to one other person.
Sam.