The date was November twelfth. Today was meant to be a defining day.
The day of the ball. My twentieth birthday.
I was applying the finishing touches to my hair and makeup, my nerves making my hands shaky. I absentmindedly twirled the ring on my finger while I looked down at the dress Maria had designed for me.
It was beautifully simple. A plain cream colored dress that brushed the floor when I walked. A long slit ran up the side to show off my defined legs, and the open back displayed my tanned skin. There was no denying, I had never felt this beautiful in my life.
Just as I was about to leave my room to join the party downstairs, there was a faint clinking sound at my window. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly make my way over and peer down below. Standing below my windo
