MY FIRST BALL Part1

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Saturday is finally here, and I am done with Diamond's pantsuit. I even managed to make a little something for myself. I am sitting in Mrs. Graves showroom finishing up on my dress, when my sister Star walks in with her bunch of mean girls. "I can't believe we waited for the day to find something to wear to the ball," Star's friend Jasmine says. "We had to see the competition before we figured out what to wear, " Star says. It is about nine in the morning, and I am nearly finished with my dress. I decided to mix my outfit with Diamond's and my mom's. Since Rico is coming of age, the theme for the ball is grown and sexy. I decided to do a completely sheer outfit in the same dark sheer as my mom's triangle cut out.With nude crystals in a curvy body shape. I use different colors of nude and browns to make the curves of the body. It looks so real when the lights are low almost as if I bedazzled my body. There is a long train like Diamond's dress, and I am absolutely obsessed with the dress. I am currently steaming the dress before I put it in the garment bag so I can head home, then to the mall so Diamond and I can get our hair and nails done for tonight. This will be my first time doing this kind of thing since I am almost of age. Star walks around to were I am standing and looks at my dress. I can tell she really admires all of my hard work. "Mrs. Graves," she yells towards the back room. Mrs. Graves comes from the back room and asks what it is she can help Star with." How much for this dress Cinderella is working on?" Mrs. Graves looks at me with a confused look. "Star, I am afraid this dress is not for sale," Mrs.Graves lets Star know. "$500," Star says. "I'm sorry Star, this work is not mine to sell, Salel made this dress for her tonight for the ball." "$1000," Star yells even louder. "I would be glad to show you some more of Salel's work, but this dress is not for sale." "UGH, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," Star yells and goes back with her friends. They choose a couple of Mrs. Graves newer dresses making sure to avoid the tags that says Slayed by Salel. They are nice but nothing beats a Salel original. I finish up steaming the dress as Diamond pulls up and honks the horn. "See you later Mrs. Graves," I say and head out the door. I jump into Diamonds Mercedes and give her a quick peck on the lips before we drive off heading towards the mall. The mall is in a human town and I haven't been there since I was 10 years old. First we head towards the food court and grab a slice of pizza and a couple of pretzels before our appointment at the nail salon. We finish up and head towards a popular nail shop called Clawed. I decide on black nails that look like claws and are super pointy and sharp. My ring finger and pointer are blinged out with crystals, and I get my toes to match. Diamond decides on ther same shape and color, but her tips are blinged out in red crystals almost like they are dripping with bl00d. Next, we go to Nordstroms and look for shoes to match our dresses. Diamond settles on a pair of clear pointy Gucci shoes with a bedazzled black bow on them. I spot a pair of nude diamond Louis Vuitton red bottoms that will basically clear out my monthly allowance my parents gave me. Little do they know I have my own savings, with a little over $5000 I have been saving for years. We make our purchases and start heading towards the Exit when I see Alpha and Luna standing by the shoe selection. Diamond stops to smell the new Gucci perfume and I start to head over to speak to the Alpha and Luna when I hear their conversation. " We have to get Salel to fall for Rico before her 18th birthday, and she finds her real mate," Luna says. "Especially if she is a reincarnation of Freyja the Goddess of Love and War." "If we can get her to lose her virginity, her mate might find her impure and reject her, and she takes Rico as a chosen mate," Alpha adds. I am absolutely disgusted by what I heard. I grab Diamonds hand and rush to the Salon so we can get our hair done and finish getting ready for the ball. I decide to get my hair straightened and diamonds stuck throughout my hair cascading down my back. Diamond gets a fancy bun with her box braids and a couple of curls framing her face. With that, we get in the car and head towards the pack house so we can finish getting ready. I get in the shower first while Diamond checks out my new and improved room. I make sure not to get my hair wet so it doesn't become a poofy mess. While Diamond is in the shower, I put on lotion and start to get dressed. Diamond comes out in a black strapless bra and thong and sits at my vanity and takes out her make-up bag. I watch her closely as she starts to do her foundation and line her eyebrows. She finishes with bronzer and fake lashes. "How did you do that," I ask her and she tells me to take a seat. I sit down, and she walks me through how to do my make-up myself. I can barely recognize myself by the time I am finished. I did it all myself except for my eyebrows. It is time to go downstairs, and I am a bundle of nerves while Diamond on the other hand looks confident as ever. We leave my room and slowly make our way down the stairs. We can hear music playing from the ballroom as we make our way to the final steps leading into the open ballroom. The lights are dim and Diamond and I are sparkling like two stars in the sky. Wow, I hear someone says. I look behind me to see who they are talking about, but there is only me and Diamond on the stairs. The outburst from the man has all eyes on us, and it's as if the world stops as everyone watches me and Diamond enter the ball. I see looks of awe and jealousy as we make our way to the dance floor. Every she wolf wants to be us and every male wants to date us. Ive always dreamed of a moment like this and it has finally come true. The silence is broken by a pissed off Star, "That b***h stole my idea for my dress," she yells. Here we go again with this sh!t.
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