A ball was underway in the courtyard of Veronica's castle.
Under the moonlight, a dense crowd surrounded the stage. Only the stage was bathed in white light, making it the focus of everyone's attention.
Onstage, a woman in a dress as white as snow and blossoms raised her hands slightly, seemingly waiting for the music.
The music began softly, and the woman shifted her movements with its rhythm. Her dancing was graceful and expansive, her steps light and gentle, like a leaf caught in the night breeze... drifting through the air.
Everyone below the stage watched in a daze. One wealthy young man was especially captivated by her beauty, admiration plain on his face.
As her solo ended, applause immediately rose from the audience.
The woman was Veronica. She had classic Nordic features: long, pale blond hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and ivory skin fairer than snow.
Her gaze was gentle, her bearing serene, like a princess from a fairy tale.
"Thank you, everyone. I've prepared some summer desserts. I hope you enjoy them."
Veronica gave a small wave, and professional attendants immediately appeared, pushing two serving carts laden with exquisite desserts, most of them ice cream in various flavors.
"I made all of these myself. I've only been learning for two months, so please forgive me if they aren't very good..."
Veronica clasped her hands together, both eager for and anxious about everyone's verdict.
Everyone present was a prominent figure in Detroit. Even if they disliked the food, they would never complain.
The wealthy young man eagerly picked up a serving of ice cream. After just one bite, amazement spread across his face.
"No, Veronica, this is the best Truffle Ice Cream I've ever had!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you. It looks like I didn't mess it up