Pop! The sound of another champagne bottle’s cork being forced off of the bottle, suddenly drowned out by the cheers of the buns eagerly awaiting a taste. The Gala was in full swing, buns twirling and gliding across the dance floor adorned with gold, translucent accessories, and the most enchanting attire they owned. Light danced off Leto’s body outside of her natural glow, anyone could see that she was thriving in this environment. She read her chart before co...