FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BALL
EMMA.
Carla and I had concluded our plans of attending the ball before time.
She was full of mischief and more meticulous than I expected, she literally stole all the costumes, wigs and make-up we used to change our looks. She even knew how to style someone to perfection.
I couldn’t recognize myself after she was done with me. We had to change our hair color so I picked a red hair. I had always imagined how it would look on me.
My mother was redheaded, it was part of the very few things I could remember from her features now. Her face faded away slowly from my mind as the years went by even though my father sometimes said I was an exact copy of her aside the color of my hair. I took that one from him.
Sadness washed over me at the thought of my parents an
