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Lucas's POV: The day of the ball has arrived. The decorators are in a frenzy, getting the ballroom ready for tonight. I've been standing in a fitting room for an hour having my seamstress go over my costume one final time to make sure everything fits. I watch the mirror and sigh. "Alright, Lucas. Go change. As long as you don't eat anything for the rest of the day you should be fine," Mira smiles. "Thank you," I say, stepping off the pedestal. "Just leave that on the chair and I will have it pressed and brought to your room," Mira says. I nod and she leaves the room so I can change. My costume isn't very original. It's just a prince, but I'll have a mask. I leave the costume folded on the chair in the corner and walk out into the ha