Why was she feeling so giddy? Why did she spend two hours longer than usual getting ready for the evening? AND FURTHERMORE, why was her stomach feeling so unsettled all of the sudden!? What in the name of Merlin was going on here?! Tiffany Price never got this way. Never. Especially not while she was standing standing at the very edge of a very romantic looking dance-floor. All. By. Herself. Yet, here she was. But, where was he?

Truth be told, the only reason why she had even bothered showing up for the event was on the chance that he would be here. Though, she could never admit it out loud, of course. But yet, she knew that he was the reason why she was bouncing, not even keeping the beat of the music. The music that only felt like background noise to accompany the obnoxious beats of her heart. She knew that he was the reason why she had to look her very best.

And now here she was, looking for him desperately. But the question still stood: Where was HE?

Tiffany could feel her heart sinking little by little as the seconds ticked by. Though her first attempt at scanning through the crowd had failed her, she kept searching. Searching for any sign of his face. His beautiful face.

Merlin. He was going to be the death of her, wasn't he?