That day, someone opened the long-forgotten letter for Sybil and read it in a brisk tone:
"Dear Miss Eisenlier,
First of all, on behalf of the Golden Diamond Palace Affairs Officer team, I would like to congratulate you on turning 17.
As a small token of appreciation, I hereby solemnly inform you that you are invited to attend the Carnival Ball, a super large dance held in the middle of every month in the Golden Diamond Palace.
As long as you hold this invitation, you will be able to participate in all carnival dances from this year's rainy month to next year's snowy month.
There's just one small request for you to follow - please don't wear the same dress to prom.
I hope you can understand this. This is a small condition to keep surprises for you and other guests.
We look forward to meeting you at the Golden Diamond Palace.
Give me my best wishes
barriet commons
Snow month 15th, xxxx year
Official Seal of the Golden Diamond Palace"
The prologue of the story has begun, the music of the dance party has begun,
Your Highness, I wonder if you are willing to forget everything for a while?
How about dancing with me?