Before I knew it, the sun rose and I was standing in front of the mirror in my room at Niklaus' house, wearing a white dress. It was like a cotton frock, fitted on my chest till my midline and then flowed outwards till my mid thigh. There were bow tyings on both sides on my shoulder, and I let my now brownish hair free behind my back, some hair strands falling in front of my shoulder and some on my face with the bangs cut that I had taken.
The theme of the party was white. I could watch the varanda from my balcony, at Nish screaming at Smith who was quietly carrying a big string of brown-white-gold balloons. She had last minute decided that there was something missing, and was adding a while balloon decor along with teddy bears. I was tempted to keep the teddy bears. For the baby, of cour
