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Initially, the dance was semi-uncomfortable once Byron had gone off to see his friends. Sheâd wanted to follow him around like a puppy because Ella didnât quite know anyone else, and after hearing she wasnât dressed in the right attire, the womanâs insecurities were practically eating her alive. That is, until she was grabbed by the wrist by someone and dragged to the dancefloor. It was only when theyâd arrived that Ella could make out who it was. âTatiana?â she calls out over the loud music. âWhat are you doing here? Well, I mean itâs an Astra-hosted event so I can see why thatâd be a dumb question, but I wasnât expecting to see you! Not that itâs bad to see you, oh no, donât get me wrong, but⌠well, you know what I mean,â she giggles, still incredibly nervous about her backtracking and rambling, but assuming â more like hoping â that her (what was becoming a) friend would reassure her.
Tatiana loved these sorts of event. Actually, she loved all the events that Astra hosted. It was always a fun change of pace from her typical day to day scramble to get things done. Seeing everyone so happy and having a good time always made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Not to mention, how fun it was to dress up. When she saw her friend she immediately grabbed the otherâs wrist and pulled her towards the dance floor. âNo worries, Ella!â She waved off the blondeâs rambling with a giggle, âYou look amazing and that dress deserves a good twirl!â Tati demonstrated herself once they got in the middle of the dance floor by spinning around and admiring how her dress sparkled under the lights. âNow your turn!â










