The gala
Amile
It had been a hectic week to say the least. We'd all been training seven or eight hours a day and I was dead on my feet and dead tired. Dominique wanted to make sure everyone was trained for anything that could possibly go wrong at the gala. I was beginning to hope he would leave me here and go without me.
No such luck. It's now the night of the gala. I've been to so many dress shops this week and been pampered. I just want my bed. My dress had arrived and was gently placed on my bed while I showered. Once I'd refreshed and showered.
I had slipped into my lace underwater and was made to sit down in just that and a towel while my hair was curled and they applied makeup in a smokey effect, though I have no clue why when no one will see it with the mask covering it.
