Ashiya
“YOU LOOK like a princess, sister. And you are out to party with your prince.”
I paused from putting on diamond earrings and turned to my sister Ashlyn. She was lying on her stomach on my bed, watching me while I dress up and put my makeup on. I am wearing a sapphire halter gown that hugged my body. I have an hourglass figure. I curled my hair then piled it at the top of my head. A silver pair of Manolo Blahnik hugged my feet.
“Really? I look like a princess?” I asked as I force a happy smile.
It was one of our favorite things to do when we were still little, and Mama was still alive. Whenever Mama dresses up for a date or party with Papa, I was in her room. We pretended that Mama was a princess going to a part with her prince. We still lived in a fairy tale world before without
