"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M STANDING HERE WITH YOU LIKE THIS AGAIN."
The day of the long-awaited ball is finally here! Oriana feels like she's in a dream as she stands in front of Vincent in a dress that resembles the color of his eyes. Once the same height, Vincent now towers over her not as the boy she wanted to protect but as a fine young man. Their fingers gently intertwine, ascertaining each other's heat as they begin to spin, but is this merely the calm before the storm? Or is this their last chance to rekindle their love before death comes for them again?