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The gymnasium at Brookstone High had been transformed into something almost magical for the Snowball, the kind of over-the-top winter wonderland that only a dedicated student council and an unlimited budget could pull off.
Fake snow drifted lazily from machines hidden in the rafters, catching the soft blue and silver lights that twinkled overhead like captured stars.
Giant paper snowflakes dangled from the ceiling on invisible threads, spinning slowly whenever someone walked underneath, and the walls shimmered with iridescent fabric that looked like frost.
A massive ice sculpture of intertwined snowflakes dominated the center of the dance floor, lit from below so it glowed with an ethereal chill, while tables along the edges held punch bowls that bubbled with dry ice and platters of silver-dusted cupcakes.
