[ Honestly, the ball can't come at a worse time. The past few days have been especially rough, and except when needed, Yuuki has avoided leaving the apartment or the bakery much.
But this is Snow, and it's for her. Which is why she's there, and even dressed up despite the burning thirst that gnaws at her throat. Or the slight tinge of red that decorates her eyes. A drink in hand, she hopes just keeping hydrated and maybe full will help distract her enough. She's well aware that she needs to figure something out, and soon.
Off to the side and leaning against a wall, she holds her throat, head tipped back and eyes closed. Thirsty... ]
Get it together, Yuuki... [ She doesn't even realize yet the mistletoe above her. ]