O' Welcome, welcome, welcome, to the ball!

It's the grandest, neatest thing you ever saw~

Dancing to songs,

Singing along,

Won't you join us after all?

This silly tune kept buzzing throughout young Jaz's head like an angry bee. Back in her hometown Holiday, this tune would play before every Etiquette School dance Jaz attended when she was younger. It was practically a way to brainwash an interest of dance into the minds of poor, bored children. However, if you're curious about me going further into that, I'd like to have Jaz explain instead.

Jaz was in a dressing room, sitting in a chair. Rojar sat on the white desk and tore apart a hairbrush that was nearby.

"Wait, wait, wait. So you're telling me that you used to go to basically,..ghetto charm school?" Rojar asked.

She playfully shoved Rojar. "Shut up. It was not a ghetto! It was just in a homely neighborhood. I actually learned a lot, but I'm glad my nonyo finally got me a real dance teacher. Mr. Fracis is a tough instructor, but he knows his stuff."

"Too bad that stupid song still haunts me to this day."

He laughed. "How'd it go?"

"You really wanna hear it?" She giggled. "There's nothing to scrub your brain with to wipe this song from your mind. I mean it. It will stain into your memory!"

"Try me."

Jaz cleared her throat. "O' welcome, welcome, welcome to the ball~ It's the grandest, neatest thing you ever saw~ Dancing to songs, singing along..Won't you join us after all?"

Rojar chortled.

KNOCK KNOCK!

"Shh! Stop laughing!"

Rojar covered up his mouth to stop laughing, but instead started to snicker.

"Ugh! Really?"

Jaz poked him in the belly and answered the door. As soon as she opens it, Elizabeth came barging in with a clothes rack of dresses, and matching hats. Jaz was taken aback by this and nearly fell over, but Elizabeth caught her.

"Oh my, don't want you falling now, little one." Elizabeth pouted. "Then you couldn't dance at the ball~"

"Hehe. Oh yeah, and probably break my neck and die."

"Oh yes, my apologies!..I suppose I'm a bit wrapped up in the arrangements for the ball."

Jaz tapped Elizabeth's shoulder. "...Um, are you alright?"

"Why yes, of course! Why do you ask?"

"..Oh well...I-I thought maybe you were upset about something."

Elizabeth stared at Jaz's face more intensely, and squealed loudly.

Jaz flinched.

"Goodness gracious! You are a real princess! We must begin your makeover. I want to make you even more adorable!" Elizabeth shouted.

She ran over to the table and picked up the hairbrush, but the handle broke off as soon as she gripped it.

"Huh? How peculiar! I was sure Paula bought a brand new brush." She tossed it aside.

Jaz sighed in relief.

"I have another one just in case of emergencies!" Elizabeth pulled out a new brush from another table.

"...What witchcraft is this?!"

Elizabeth ushered Jaz over to a chair, and scooted her in front of a vanity mirror.

"Um..Lady Eliz-

"Lizzie! Just call me Lizzie. We are friends now, aren't we?"

"..Right.." Jaz blushed. "...I don't usually make friends so quickly."

She looked at Jaz's reflection in the mirror.

"Well that's no way for a princess to look. How will you find a prince if you make faces like that?" She asked.

"Huh?...A 'prince'?...But I'm not a princess. Not at all."

Elizabeth played with Jaz's hair. "I think your curly textures are exotic. And a princess should strive to be as unique as she can. Or else, no man would see her."

"Lady Eli-..I mean Lizzie. Do you ever think that maybe your looks aren't that important?" Jaz asked.

Elizabeth frowned. "I-I don't understand."

"...Nevermind. I just thought most people don't care how they look. " Jaz said.

"B-But how could you think that? Looks matter because they can make us happy….at least, that's what my aunt told me." She said.

"...But you love Ciel and he loves you. Should it matter what you look like for him to marry you?"

"Well, possibly. If he thought I was ugly, or mean, or man-like...I don't believe if he would have me. I do not wish for him to see that and he wants a beautiful lady."

"Oh..I didn't think about it that way." She turned back around. "I just thought he'd be happy to be with you. A happy you."

"...a happy me?" Elizabeth mumbled.

Jaz put her hair in a ponytail, and Elizabeth placed a large, pink box on the table.

"Hm? What's that?"

"Please, allow me decorate your hair. That way, you'll be super pretty." Elizabeth said.

She opened the box and inside was a treasure trove of hair accessories. Jaz dipped her fingers inside the box and ran her tips along the curve of a red hair pin shaped like a rose.

"Mm. She definitely has taste...Who am I kidding? My sense of style is backwards compared to girls like her. Of course she has great taste."

"Ooh! So you like that one? Goody, because I have a dress that'll go perfect with that~" Elizabeth said.

She finally finished her makeover for Jaz. A ruby red dress with ruffles and a black trim. Jaz's hair was covered in rose shaped clips.

"Yes, this is so perfect! Now to move on to the dresses and then, THE BALL!" Elizabeth shouted.

After that "girl time", Jaz and Rojar left to wander to an isolated room where they could finally discuss the mysterious riddle. They chose the library and Jaz immediately went to work marking up the letter with her notes.

"Okay, so let's think. The numbers nine and twenty must be referring to a date and it's underlined so it's important. However, there is also a possibility that it could be a number of a street, a time, or money even. What makes sense here, to me at least, is it meaning a date to come, making this note time sensitive." Jaz said.

"Right now, it's the 18th. So we can cross that one out for the moment, but how about the next few lines?" Rojar asked.

"Alright. 'I know you are searching, and now I know you feel that same sorrow.' blah, blah, blah. 'Without any options for recourse..'. Must be talking about Little Joe, obviously. What I'm concerned about here is, who would do this and why? This person's lost someone too, I guess. But then they go on and say without any other options for help meaning…"

"Uh..maybe they lost somebody, and….they want our help?" Rojar asked.

"Great. That makes sense.." Jaz writes down a note. "I'm still wondering who they are. My guess is that we'll find out if we meet them at this location at the right time."

She sighed.

"Whenever that is.. with this riddle, there's nothing here that said specifically a time, except maybe this nine twenty here. Would do you think? "

"Angel, let's focus on the last part of the riddle then we'll get back to figuring out a date and time." Rojar said.

Jaz nodded. "Well, after all that, the only thing left is a summarization of one of Isaac Newton's laws of motion.-The third one I think. And they said 'you'll find this to be the destination.' I'm not sure if there's a street named after Newton himself in London, but it wouldn't be so far fetched would it?" Jaz said.

"Heya, why don't you just check it out on your uh, digital, virtual, hypographic do hickey?" Rojar asked.

She snapped her fingers. "Rojar, you're a genius."

Jaz went into her book bag and pulled out the virtual map finder device. Just as she was about to use though, a figure appeared at the door and knocked before entering inside. Jaz and Rojar look up to see Sebastian, staring at her thoughtfully.

She quickly hid her device back in her book bag and zipped it up. Sebastian walked over to the desk and looked over at the letter.

He clears his throat. "Honestly, I was expecting Lady Elizabeth to do more harm than good in your 'makeover', but it seems you look excellent in anything you wear." Sebastian said.

"...Is there something you want, Mr. Michaelis?" Jaz asked.

He chuckled. "What's with the formality, kitten?"

"...To be fair, I never called you by your name at all before so you should feel like a toddler in a candy store right now."

Sebastian sighed happily. "Well it is great, my dear. Perhaps we'll progress to more endearing terms later."

Jaz rolled her eyes. "What a slimeball."

"So, what do you need?"

"Young Master has a 'special' problem in preparation for Lady Elizabeth's ball."

"...?"

"You haven't been around long enough to notice, but I'm afraid the Young Master is quite the wallflower when it comes to social gatherings. "

"..So?..He's rich. He can do whatever he wants, right?"

Sebastian frowned. "No. Sociability is an important aspect to those of high status. When the Young Master chooses to decline invitations to balls and refuses to interact with others, it gives his enemies the chance to defame his character with slander."

"Oh...Mr. Phantomhive's enemies will make him look like mean?"

"Precisely. And this is why he has sent me to retrieve you."

"Hm..I don't like parties unless they have free food...and I can dance."

"I guess it would look bad if Mr. Phantomhive didn't dance with his fiance." Jaz said.

Sebastian smiled. "Good. If you'll come with me to Young Master's study, I'm sure he'll be more than ready to explain what he needs from you."

….

When Jaz and Sebastian reached Ciel's office, they found him leaning against his desk with his arms folded.

He noticed Jaz dressed in her attire for the ball.

"I wonder...is he sick?"

Ciel covered his face from Jaz. "Tha-thank you, S-Sebastian." He murmured.

Sebastian bowed. "Of course, my lord." He noticed Ciel's flustered face. "Is there something bothering you, my lord?"

Ciel grabbed at Sebastian's tie, forcing him to bend down to his level.

"Why the hell is she here?!" Ciel whispered.

"My lord, why are you whispering?" Sebastian asked.

"Answer me! Why would you bring her here? She doesn't need to know about this!"

Jaz frowned. "Know about what? What is your 'special' problem?"

Ciel hesitantly turned around to face Jaz.

"...I don't know how to dance." Ciel said.