January 17, 2016
Ophelia's POV
I put on the last touch to my makeup. Despite my efforts to look ordinary, my face was flawless, my hair in perfect deep wavy curls and my skin glowed.
Providence was not on my side today.
I stood up from the stool of dressing table and walked to the full length mirror to examine myself.
Perfection was all I could see.
The ivory coloured strapless gown clung to my body like a second skin and hugged all the right places. My silver six inch stilettos were comfortable to walk in and matched my simple silver stud earrings, necklace and bangles. The gown had a mid thigh slit on the right that showcased my long legs.
My father knew how to dress a woman.
I picked up my silver purse from the dressing table and walked out of my room.
Men and women who stood i
