• ~*~Midnight Masquerade~*~
    Pt. 2


    The sharp tug of the last lace brings me out of my reverie with a gasp. The room comes back into view, not all that welcomed. I look around the room disdainfully and turn around just as Rosalie ties a tight bow at the top of my corset. My glare that is aimed at her is hard, but I am not mad at her.

    "To tight miss?" she asks, innocently, her hazel eyes growing wide. She hates it when I am "mad" at her. I immediatley regret my glare and wrap her in a tight hug as I see the small tears forming in her eyes. She gives me a squeeze back.

    "No, no. Of course not Rose. You always do it just right." I say, pulling her away from me and wiping her tears away this time. She smiles sheepishly at me and I return it. This time it reaches my eyes. "What shall I wear to the ball?" I ask, looking around my room towards my large wardrobe. It's wooden door open as it won't close because of all my gowns.

    "Let me go see." Rosalie replies, as she quickly runs over to it, pulling the door open farther than it already is. The bottom of the gowns poof out towards her and she laughs at me. I look at the array of colors spilling out. Light blues and turquoises, pinks and purples, gold and silver. Almost every color in the rainbow and the world. I smile to myself as I walk towards the large window overlooking the kingdom.

    I pull aside the large, red velvet curtain and peek through the small crack. I wouldn't want to open it all the way as I'm only in my undergarments and corset. My thoughts quickly go to the idea of Tyler seeing me like this. My cheeks turn a deep crimson red as I quickly dismiss the idea. I stare out the window, seeing the tall, stone wall surrounding our castle. The draw bridge is up, held by long and sturdy chains. The watch tower is being manned by some of the best lookers ever. My father had ordered them from Spain.

    The thought of my father sends me grimacing. I am terribly sour with my father, and I don't even want to see him tonight at the ball. He is making me do something terrible and my mother is with him 100%. Another grimace as I realize why my mother is with him. I can't believe that they would do this to me. Parents' are supposed to be supportive and let you make your own choices. My parent's are so used to controlling everyone and everything that they don't care about how I feel about this. I try to find Tyler's stand, but I'm to far away. I try to distract myself, but am not very successful. Luckily Rosalie saves me.

    "How about this one?" she asks shyly holding up a golden dress with a low cut 'v' neck. I smile as I can see myself in that beautiful gown. The gown is really a creme color with a light gold sprinkled lace over it. The neck line plummets low and small gold specks sparkle against the sunlight creeping through the crack in the curtains. Rosalie grabs my hand and rushes me back to the changing screen.

    I raise my arms obediently as she lifts the bottom of the gown up and over my head. My pale arms slide gracefully into the long sleeves. I feel it falling down my body like a warm and golden waterfall. It hugs my torso and bosom and then my head appears. My fiery red hair falls around my shoulders in a cascade as Rosalie pulls it out. I smile as she buttons up the back, her cool hands sending a tingling up my spine. She turns me around once and the bottom blooms out beneath me, showing a tad bit of my leg. She grabs me around the waist and pushes me towards the large mirror running from almost the top of my ceiling to the floor.

    "Close your eyes." she says sneakily as she pushes me in front of the mirror. I close them obediently and my heart beats fast in my chest. I can feel a smile tugging at my mouth, but I keep a straight face before I see the gown on me. I can feel Rosalie's hands fixing this and that on my gown and I grow agitated.

    "Can I open them yet?" I demand, anxiety flowing off of me. I hear Rosalie sigh behind me and pull down a piece of fabric.

    "Open your eyes." she says, her voice vibrating with joy. I open them and can't believe my eyes. I blink once...twice...and a third time, not believing it's really me in the mirror.

    "Oh my god." I mumble, raising my hand to my mouth, my eyes becoming wide as I take in my figure. 'Since when do I have hips?' I think wonderingly. Then my eyes go up to the top half. My jaw almost falls open, but I hold tightly. 'Where did those come from?!?' I question, seeing the tops of my pale bosom above the plunging neckline. I hear Rosalie laugh behind me and I turn on her, realizing my last question had been said aloud.

    "I'm guessing you've had them for a while now." she jokes, putting her hand over her mouth trying to stifle the giggles. I playfully glare at her and turn back to the mirror.

    The cream dress hugs the top of my body, the sleeves falling to my wrists and slant down, covering part of my hand. A small string attaches it to my middle finger. I sway my arm and see small specks of gold arranged in a intricate design running up my arm. I smile. The neckline is something else, I conclude. The small gold particles intensify my pale white skin. I usually look washed out, but this gown makes me seem beautiful, my skin creamy instead of bland. I follow the line of the gown down to my hips where it starts to poof out slightly. The light lace covering looks like spider webs with gold dust stuck in it. I want to stroke it, but am afraid I will tear it. The gown flows smoothly and gracefully from my hips down to the floor, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight like a newly polished chandelier. I meet Rosalie's eyes in the mirror and my face is one of pure joy.

    "You look absolutely gorgeous," she whispers, "But we have to do something about that mane of yours." she teases, leading me back to my vanity. I hadn't noticed how tangled my hair is and I wince involuntarily as Rosalie raises the brush to my hair. I grasp the elephant figurine in my hand as the brush combs through my tangles and snarls.

    To be continued....