"-And there is always desperate woman who throw themselves at my father. I usally am forced to do nothing for an seemingly endless amount of hours."

"Galas sound terrible."

"They are, if you are by yourself."

Pixie and Damian were talking causally and Damian brought up Gallas out of nowhere.

"How often are they?" Pixie asked.

"It depends, there are some that happen annually and some that don't. There is actually one coming up in the near future..." Damian stared at Pixie for a moment. "It's the Wyane Winter Gala. Have you ever heard of it?"

"No."

Damian seemed slightly surprised by this but didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. It was a deep blue with silver snowflakes covering it. Pixie carefully opened the envlope and took out a matching blue and silver invitation.

Dear Pixie,
I would first like to say that giving an invitation is nessaasary, that is why I did not just ask you in person. On the first of December the annual Wyane Winter Gala will be held at the mannor. I would be honnered if you would be my plus one. It is a formal event and you must wear a dress. Pennyworth will assist you with getting one. I hope you will be able to attend.
Yours,
Damian Wyane

"So, you told me how terrible Galas are than invited me to be your date?"

"Plus one," Damian corrected.

"You are such a dork."

"No one has ever called me a 'dork' before."

"Don't worry, it's a complement. I'm a dork too."

This made just a hint of a smile appear on Damian's lips.

"And to anweser your first question, I will go to the Gala with you."

This made a visable smile appear on Damian's lips.

"I'm glad."

"This better be the best party of all time, Dami. If it's not I'm never going to one of these things again."

"I will make sure it does not dissapoint."

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"The Wyane Winter Gala? Damian invited you to the Wyane Winter Gala?" Blair was shocked beyond belife.

The Wyane Winter Gala was easily the most high class party on the East Coast. Only the top of the top got an invitation. Blair looked at her young friend. She knew Pixie would most likely die of anxiety if she knew how big of a event the Gala was.

"Will you help me get a dress?" Pixie asked

"Of course!"

"Good."

"But no pink."

"Wait! What? Blair, pink is my favorite color. I have to wear pink!"

"Pix, this is a big girl party. No pink."

Pixie glared at Blair before sitting in the woman's bright red car. They arrived at the dress shop in a few minuntes. Pixie felt out of place the second she walked inside.

Woman, who all made toothpicks look overweight, were trying on dresses that most likely could buy her family a trip to Disney world. They all looked like Barbie dolls.

"May I help you?" a receptionist asked. She was smiling but it was painfully fake. She looked down at Pixie, like somehow Pixie's existence bothered her.

Pixie had to deal with many bullies in her short life, Blair knew that. Usally when someone was cruel Pixie could ignore it. But now, Pixie looked small and afraid. Pixie actually looked her age.

"We are here to buy a dress," Blair said with confindince.

"We only specialize in formal wear here," The woman said, overly perky.

Blair took Pixie's dark blue invitation of of her purse. The woman looked as if someone just made a unicorn appear.

"We need formal wear."

"Of course miss, right away." The receptionist said, suddenly treating Blair as if she was the Queen of England.

"What's the big deal about this Gala?" Pixie whispered.

"Let's get you a dress," Blair said completly ignoring the question.

Blair and Pixie went through the racks of expensive dresses picking out a variety of colors and styles. (Just no yellow, Pixie hated wearing the color yellow)

Many dresses later Pixie and Blair were once again walking around the store to look for more dresses.

"The dark blue wasn't bad but it just wasn't you, Pix."

"I also kinda liked-"

"OMG, SCHOLARSHIP GIRL?!"

"Lord, help me," Pixie mutterd under her breath.

Sophia stood right in front of Pixie, twirling her carmel blonde hair around her finger.

"I know a poor girl like you can't afford any of these dresses. Not even the cheap ones."

"Just leave me alone Sophia."

"Are you trying to get Damian to actually like you? Even if you get a high class dress you'll still be a poor as dirt, ugly bit-"

Blair shoved the Gala invitation in Sophia's face.

"Do you see what this is? This is a Wyane Winter Gala invitation. Damian personally choose Pixie, over any other girl to go with him. So just shut your f***ing mouth and leave her alone."

Sophia looked up at the invitation as it was a piece of heaven before glaring at Pixie, flipping her hair, and stomping away like a toddler.

"Thanks Blair."

"No problem Pix. Now, let's get you a dress."

After Some searching one dress caught Pixie's eye. It was a light purple dress with a flowy bottem and a lacy, long sleeve, top. Pixie ran her fingers over the smooth material of the skirt before going to the fitting room.

"Oh my god," Blair said as Pixie exited the changing room, "Pix, it's perfect."

"I think I want to get this one."

"Well duh, it's perfect on you. If Damian isn't madly in love with you now, he will be after he sees you in this dress."

"Shut up," Pixie turned her head to attempt to hide her blush. Blair saw it of course.

"Get excited Pix, you are joining the anicent tradition of going to a Wyane Gala with your soul mate."

After this comment, Pixie promptly smacked Blair arcross the arm. Blair didn't mind, it was worth it to see Pixie's face turn bright red.