Simon

We pull up at the castle as the sun is setting. Yes, castle. It's enormous, and pretty bloody majestic and beautiful, too, I have to admit. It surprises me just how rich some of the people Baz and his family associate with are.

Baz takes my hand and leads me to the door. He's wearing his dark green suit (my favourite), and I'm wearing a fancy silver one he leant me. His hair is out, and falling in soft waves. I think he just left it like that because he knows I like it, even though the other people here would approve more of his slicked back look.

We're greeted at the door by a man in a tuxedo, and he lets us in with a smile and a 'good to see you Mr. Pitch'. Inside is almost better than the outside. Actually, no, it is better than the outside. There are delicious looking shiny platters of food set out on the tables, and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There's even a small orchestra playing the music!

"Great snakes!" I say to Baz, "this is the fanciest place I've ever been. I thought your gothic mansion was bloody fancy as it gets until I saw this."

"Yeah," he replies, "it really is something else, isn't it? Oh look, there are my parents. I suppose we'd better go and say hello." He turns to me and asks "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

Baz

Father looks mildly disgusted when we walk up, looking down at our entwined fingers, but acts polite anyway.

"Hello Basilton," he nods at Simon, "Mr. Snow."

I then say "Nice to see you Father," as Snow says, "Hi, ."

"I see you two are still… together," Father says. He always has to sound so repulsed when talking about us. And hesitant, like it's a topic that will do something ghastly to him if converses about it too lightly.

"Yes, and we won't be ending our relationship anytime soon," I say, and add, "if that's what you were hoping. Isn't that right, Simon?

"Yeah…" Simon looks scared. My Father always manages to intimidate him.

"Oh, no, that's not what I was implying." My father lies.

"We'll be off then," I say, and my Stepmother adds a quick greeting to us before we head off to another part of the dance floor.

Simon takes my other hand, "Well wasn't that a bit of fun," he says with a laugh. I tuck my arm around his waist. "I wish Father could just be accepting of us for once," I say with a sigh. "He is going to have to see your face forever. You know I'm never letting you go, Simon Snow."

He grins and I plant a small kiss on his lips. "Should we dance then?" He asks.

"If you can manage," I reply.

Simon

We dance for a while to the enchanting sound of the orchestra. It really is enchanting, it makes me feel so good. I wonder if they put magic into it? Or maybe it's just that I always feel this way when I'm with Baz, and holding him, looking into his eyes and grinning at each other while we dance is just so good. He holds my waist and hand as we move, and I have my palm and fingers touching the back of his neck, and exploring the soft strands of hair that reside there. At some point Baz even mumbles something under the noise of the music, and kisses me. Right there in the middle of the dance floor. In front of all those people. Is this even allowed at such a formal event? I wouldn't have the faintest. But he does it anyway, even though his parents are probably watching too. They've could've been sneaking glances at us all night, for all we've noticed. We've been so caught up in each other, they could waltz up to us right now and inspect us as we kiss, and we wouldn't even have a clue.

I push my hand through his hair, soaking up the moment, getting the most of him that I can. I think I can feel eyes on my back, though, and I move into him for a few more seconds before breaking away.

I look around, and so does he. The whole room seemed to have been watching us, and I feel a little blush rise up in my cheeks. Maybe, that kind of thing isn't allowed at balls, after all. But nobody comes and tells us off straight away, most of them just go back to dancing and pretend nothing happened, as Baz grins at me. His face looks so adorable right now I just want to kiss him again. To hell with all the people! Our lips have just met once more,as we hear a loud clearing of throat beside us. I don't want to stop, but we do so anyway.

It's Baz' Dad. I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for what he's going to say, but just then, my phone rings in my pocket. Baz and his father both frown at me. "You have your phone with you at a ball?" Baz asks.

"No one told me not to," I shrug. I take it out of my pocket to see who it is. "It's Penny," I say to Baz, "you mind if I take it?"

"She's probably just going to lecture you about leaving the fridge open or something like that, but, yeah, take it if you want." I put it to my ear.

"Penny?" I say.

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