Day Ninety-Four
Dear Diary,
I wake up super early. Actually, it’s more like 7 PM. After all my adventures? It certainly feels like crack of dawn. I flutter my eyes open to find Ivy standing beside my bed.
And she’s staring at me. So. Creepy.
“I’m here to get you ready,” says Ivy.
“For what?”
She doesn’t reply. Instead, Ivy makes me bathe in stinky soaps. Then she does my hair and make up. Finally, she helps me slip on a cute pink dress with white trim.
By the time it’s all done, I must say I look great.
And Ivy still hasn’t told me what she’s up to.
“Oh, my,” says Ivy at last. “Time to step out onto the balcony.”
And I do ever have a sweet balcony off my chambers. There was no way I’d redecorate without one. Ivy pulls open the doors to reveal Dare waiting just beyond the edge.
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