Ember
Staring at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if this is truly me. Tonight is the night of the first ball that will kick off Zaid’s coronation, and my friends have helped me find a dress.
The outfit now adorns my body—a ruby red ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, off-the-shoulder flowing sleeves, and a form-fitting bodice connected to a flowing skirt. I have sparkling white heels slipped onto my feet, and my hair has been styled into an elegant updo on top of my head with glittering hair pins keeping my curls pinned in place save for the few that frame my face. My makeup makes my facial features stand out and my blue eyes pop, appearing big and wide like a doll’s.
“You look like a queen!” Selane says, already wearing her own gown—a sapphire blue dress with a slit on
