Something wasn't sitting quite right with me. I remember turning up at the ball, but why am I back here? I thought to myself.
I was standing in my room in front of my full-length mirror after the pamper session at the spa and salon. Running my hands over the red satin fabric before hearing my parents calling me from downstairs.
Sighing, I took one more look at myself, grabbed my shawl and made my way downstairs.
"You look like an angel, honey," cooed my mum as I walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing so that I didn't fall flat on my face.
"You will be fighting them off with a stick tonight." Both of my parents have huge smiles on their faces which was kind of freaking me out.
'Knock, knock, knock'
"The car is here, ladies. It's time to go." my dad said as he ushered us out
