Klara/Evan (also OTA, multiples welcome)
Klara made it out of the house, after a few minutes of panicking about the whole thing, in dark blue ankle boots and a navy dress that was both old fashioned but pretty. It was one of the few times that she willingly donned makeup and did her hair nicely, a gold flower bracelet the only real accessory she'd put on tonight. She was a little nervous, dances were something she'd never been to. But she looked around with awe on her face, eyes glittering a bit. She was kind of happy she had decided to come with Evan, who's hand she had not yet let go of.
"Oh this is pretty." she said softly as she looked over at him.