Third Person POV
Rosalie touched the purple rose nestled at her collarbone and gave a smile as she twirled around, her emerald, green dress sweeping around her. Her red hair was loose and wavy, cascading all the way down to her bottom and her shoes peeked out from underneath her dress as she stood in them confidently. Her bracelet and earrings gleamed in the light. She had opted to leave off the necklace, wanting to wear the one that Lucian had given her instead, even though it didn’t quite match what she was wearing. She didn’t care. The fact he’d given it to her had made it sentimental and she hadn’t taken it off since she’d first put it on.
Her makeup was lightly applied, and she stared in the mirror, satisfied with what she saw. Once again, she offered up a silent prayer of gratitud
