Alana's POV
It was now 7:00 P.M. I was in some type of room with mirrors surrounding me at every angle. With me was my mother, the Queen, and a couple of maids, including Stefanie. My mother and the Queen stood at the far corner debating on which dress I would look best in while the maids prepared the large vanity. They supplied it with endless hair utensils, makeup cases, nail polishes, lipsticks......Basically everything a girl could think about. I looked into the mirror in-front of me and yet again I felt self conscious. I'm gonna need an extreme makeover to hide my prominent flaws.
" Alana. I'm happy to say we finally chose your outfit for the ball." The Queen said brightly. I turned towards them and saw the Queen motioning towards the most beautiful dress I have seen yet. No words c
