My hands were shaking as I got ready for the ball. Gray would be there and whatever happened, nothing must give me away not even by one look must I show how much I was hurting. I carefully put on the eyeshadow and darkened my lashes even more. I looked critically at my hair in the mirror and unlike the rest of me it was glowing dark and light tonight. I had swept it up behind my head, soft waves were falling down my shoulders and it added to the charm of my appearance, as I realise there was not a trace of colour on my face.
I slipped my dress over my head and adjusted it before looking at myself again. It was not cream I could not wear cream not for Gray not tonight. He had bought me a dress, but I chose not to wear it.
The dress was a soft pale pink chiffon that swept back over a
