Whenever I thought of balls, I thought of laughter and dancing and sparkly new dresses. Well this ball was very different. Around 5:30, maids rushed into my room and pulled me over to my vanity and pulled my dress down from wear it was hanging. “Your Majesty, the ball will start at 6:05, so we better get you ready.” I nod, and all the maids leave Sara, the head maid, stays to help me with my dress. I slip on my corset, and Sara pulls it tight. “Is there somebody you hope is going to be at your ball?” Sara asks as I pull the dress over my head. “Not really, but I do hope the hall is decorated in gold and green.” Sara nods. “I will tell your mother now go look in the mirror you look stunning.” I walk over to my gold and silver mirror and look at my reflection and don’t even recognize myself. My curly brown hair wraps around my shoulders. My pastel green dress flowed, and my gold heels click-clacked on the floor. “I think you’re ready,” Sara says with a huge smile wiping across her face. “I think you’re right, Sara. I am ready, and no matter what happens, I am ready.”
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