The overlapping chatter of buns dressed in the pits of fashion filled Cixtri’s ears. Truthfully the noise sounded more like rumbling waves crashing in his head more than actual conversation. Picking nervously at the threads of his outfit, the spotted bun couldn’t help but remember the butterflies that flitted about his stomach when he saw the spring themed invitation arrive in his mailbox. It’s true that he had been rising in the ranks of society since ope...
