Saturday night Elora could be found standing before the imposing doors of the mansion, dressed in her enchanted forest gown. Her hair was in long, loose, spiral curls. A golden vine made to look like a string of hearts framed her head and forced the hair to part to either side of each ear. She had matching gold studs in her ears. Her neck she left bare; she wasn’t sure if she was trying not to draw attention to her neck, or if she just didn't want anything obstructing the view. A nervous flutter was battling with a thrill of anticipation in her stomach.
The doors swung open, this time not to Sylas, but to the full, vibrant assault of the gala. Music, a gothic symphony laced with contemporary beats, pulsed through the air. The vast hall, usually dim and stately, was ablaze with enchanted l
