My feet slid into the silver with golden thread slipper, sightly knocking a small four-petal flower sewn on top of it. Once in, I slid my other feet and stood in front of the mirror.
The clothing wrapped around me was barely to be called clothes as they looked like a shawl wrapping my body like a salad wrap - too revealing if you asked me. Silvery blue clothes covered my top leaving my midriff open to the open air.
Luckily, the sleeves were long till my wrist and mended there just like the baggy light pants of the same hue I wore.
Genevieve sauntered behind me, placing a diadem of flowers on my head saying this was a present from Michelle and Beign for making the bonfire happen. Her face beamed in delight as she eyed me from top to toe.
"Goddess, Arianna sure has a magical hand."
Aria
