SILVER-HAIRED

Hence the day of the Ball arrived, the night skies illuminated with stars, funny it didn’t rain today. Olivia has just finished with my gown, I must say Fayette was the finest in her work.

I stood before the mirror, watching myself, mostly the gown, golden color, an empire waist gown, short sleeves, a very expensive fabric as it glitters into the night, the design of my gown were of butterflies, Fayette asked what kind of design I wanted and I told her, Mother seemed to agree with it, as she said ’You must be delicate as a flower tonight, the butterflies will do’

I’m sure wearing this gown you would only see in the hands of one, I was sure to stand out, that was mother’s plan of course, to the fitting I wore gloves but they were milky white reaching my elbows, jewelry to the fitting also, that graced my neck like a collar necklace but thin and not too big, golden dot earrings to my ears, my hair was let down this time, in a long wavy but arranged to fall at my back only, behind braided with golden pins, I was sure glittered behind me. To the finishing touches, a gold scarf was around me, tucked into my forearm.

I took a deep breath, taking in my look, I looked like a princess ready for a ball, I wasn’t even sure I was the one standing.

"You look beautiful, my lady, like a princess" Olivia said with a sweet smile against her lips, I smiled at her comment, exactly what I thought.

The doors opened as Mother walked in fully dressed in her gown, although it was black it had a wonderful design to it, the same empire waist gown, she was elegant as always, I was sure in her youth she was a beauty, she still was, because she refused to age with her outlook.

"You look beautiful dear... are you ready?" she asked, taking my hand.

"Yes Mother," I said with a bow.

"Tonight isn’t just a ball, I’m sure you know exactly what it means for this family".