Sixty five

The sweet melody of a well-played orchestra sang softly across the large ballroom. Higher-ranked wolves from across the continent mingled with one another for various business-related reasons for the men. While the women fancied true mates talks or gossiped about other unmated females in the high-ranked circle. 

It was a battleground for anyone who was a country bumpkin attending their first ball. 

The style for tonight's ball was the ladies dressed in purple-shaded gowns. Keeping to note modest and moderate. The ladies flashed their beautifully purple-colored dresses mostly made from the finest hand-made tailored designers in their town, country, or continent. 

A battle on who wore it better than the other. 

Esme pov,