Anya looked at the invitation. She had almost forgotten about the annual winter ball. School had been eating much of her brain lately and not in the zombie eating way either.
She marked the date and time in her PDA of doom. Then she sent an email to Steve. The poor guy. It seemed like all of their dates lately had been to formal events. She'd have to do something to make it up to him.
Now that the charity ball business was taken care of, she could get back to studying.
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