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Ansem's yearly Christmas ball wasn't just a big event. It was the big event, one big enough that being on the guest-list was a guaranteed invitation to many of the other exclusive social events of the season. Not that it was limited to the so-called upper-crust! Diplomats and florists rubbed elbow-to-elbow with politicians and professional "companions". All that mattered was being someone that Ansem or his wife found interesting.

The boys, of course, were going. They really had no choice, not with how visible they were, and how much their boss and his wife adored them. The only one of the apprentices who wasn't compelled to attend was Ienzo, and even he generally spent an hour or so at the dinner portion of the night.

Dilan's relatives from the South sent up rolls of glorious silk, one in a vibrant purple that matched Dilan's eyes, the other in a gold matching Braig's. They were, not so surprisingly, coordinated with the duller versions of both colours that dominated the boys' haori and hakima, which they were sure to show the girls months before the ball was scheduled to occur.

The day of the ball the boys knocked on the door of the girls' house, dressed to the nines with an actual horse-drawn-carriage behind them. Dilan held twin bouquets of flowers, and Braig had two flat jewellery boxes.

RG AU

1 Jan 2010 14:21
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Day one: A handwritten reminder to call him.
Day two: A bunch of silk flowers. With a note to call him.
Day three: A box of mid-range chocolates.
Day four: A pair of silly, but cheap, earrings.
Day five: An individual creme brulee.
Day six: Tickets to a rock-climbing extravaganza with a hopeful smiley-face.

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