Anastasia:
The gown was perfect. For the umpteenth time, I turned around to look at the perfectly ruffled edges.
My hair was in an astounding updo that my mother had asked the maids to put it in. It was safe to say I was more than ready to leave. But I could not gather the courage to go down those stairs.
With every minute that passed, I could swear that the voices coming from the ball room tripled. Excited people who were wondering what this new season would bring, some excited to see the Luna for the very first time.
I, on the other hand, wanted the ground to open and swallow me. Why did I have to stand on a podium with my mum? I hated the publicity that would draw to me, the fact that everyone in school would now know where I stand on the social wheel.
A knock came on the door and
