AVELINE

Winter has arrived, blanketing the world in soft white snow. I stand by the frosted window, watching delicate flakes drift down from the sky. Snow always reminds me of Xavier—of the carefree days we spent building snowmen and laughing as we played in the cold.Those memories were warm, a comfort against the icy chill outside.

My thoughts wonders to the most recent box I received from Xavier. It is filled with winter chocolates, a thoughtful gesture from the Imperial Castle. The chocolates are rich, sweet and utterly delicious, much like the fond memories we shared. Touch by his kindness, I decided to knit Xavier a scarf. I choose a soft blue fabric in deep hues, the kind I imagined would suit him perfectly, pouring my gratitude and care into each and every knit.

As the year draws to a close, another reason for excitement fills my days. The clothing collaboration with Miss Vivienne is finally complete. After weeks of careful planning and crafting, our designs are ready to be unveiled. To celebrate the launch, Miss Vivienne plan an extravagant party at her estate, where the new designs would be showcased and available for purchase.

The night of the party, I am presented with a special surprise— a custom dress designed just for me. The gown is a masterpiece, a stunning shade of purple that shimmered with fine diamonds embedded into the fabric. When I take my first look, I let out a gasp, completely taken aback by its beauty. The dress hugged my form perfectly, elegant yet striking, making me feel like a star among the evening snow.

The anticipation of the party mixes with my memories and joy of the season, leaving me eager to step into this new chapter of celebration and success.

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AVELINE

The party at Miss Vivienne's estate is lively and grand, the hall filled with gentle and hum of music, the clinking of glasses, and the vibrant chatter of noble houses. I, in my stunning purple gown adorned with fine diamonds, feeling both proud and little self-concious as I move through the crowd. It is my first time attending such social gathering, and while I haven't had my official debut yet, tonight is an exception given my role in the collaboration.

I notice the curious glances sent my way. Whispers follows my movement, subtle but unmistakable. I understand why—the young ladies who haven't debut are typically accompanied by their parents or family members to such events. Yet here I am, standing confidently on my own, not as a guest but as one of the main figures behind the evening's success.

At first, the attention is slightly overwhelming, but I reminds myself of my purpose. I am not just another young lady at a party; I am here as a collaborator and designer. The thought of my confidence, and I begin to enjoy myself, mingling with guests who came to admire the collection.

Many complimented the gowns, unaware that it is part of the showcase itself. Miss Vivienne's designs, paired with the diamonds from Starlight Land, are the talk of the evening. Noble ladies are eager to purchase the pieces, and the success of the event of the collaboration is evident.

I feel a surge pride of as I speak to various guests, answering their questions about the process and sharing anecdotes about working with Miss Vivienne. Though the evening is my first step into society, I carry myself with grace, proving to myself and others that I am more than ready for the world that awaits me.