-8- The Ball (pt 1)
" Where is the deodorant when you need it."
I said fanning my armpits in this strapless gown.
I found some that smelled like vanilla.
"Yum I wish I could eat you, but that would likely kill me."
I slipped on my heels then I latched the rosebud necklace on over my metal owl necklace my father gave me before I left for Paris. I held my hand around the owl hoping my father was happy wherever he is right now. Then the lady came in to fix my hair in this wierd cascading rose braid thing. It was actually pretty cool looking. Then she did my makeup I told her not too much because I still want to look like a human being. A couple minutes later she left and Izzy came in. She wore a frilly lavender dress. I laughed at her when she walked in.
"Don't judge me my mother made me wear this."
"What did your dad say?"
"I don't...My dad died in an assassination attempt.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay they meant to get me and he jumped in front of me and then."
She turned around and looked at the ground.
"I lost both of my parents. They were killed by my own sister. Stella."
She gasped.
"I am so sorry."
I walked over to her and gave her a great big hug and then we stopped being sad all at once.
We heard a knock at the door.
"Hey Willow I think I hear your Prince Charming."
"Shut up." I say elbowing her.
she opens the door and whispers into Felix ' s ear then runs off. I open the door and walk outside.
"What did she say."
"If I hurt you she will make me cry."
I laugh.
"You look very beautiful tonight."
"You look very handsome tonight as well."
He blushes a bit and I giggle inside. I look at his shirt and he is wearing these medals and a purple sash.
He and holds out his arm and mine intertwines with his and we walk down the staircase to the ball.
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