[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty.
I was wearing a vibrant red dress made of lightweight fabric that featured an intricate pattern of swirls and flowers that cascade down my body. My hair was pulled back into a neat bun, with several strands framing my face. My makeup was subtle yet striking; dark eyeliner accentuated my eyes while rosey blush brought out the flush on my cheeks and a hint of lipstick.
I felt pretty.
I never thought I would be following Enzo to a party, talk more of a gala party. It was like having those dreams while awake but this was real and I wasn’t daydreaming. I was going to a gala party with the Mezzealmas.
“Are you ready, doll?”
I turned around as Enzo walked into the closest and my jaw dropped at the s
