The Christmas ball was held in one of the Valois’s other mansions.
The weather had cleared up and yet, people arrived in helicopters. The ballroom is filled with sounds of laughter, classical music and murmurs, most of those murmurings are happening because of me, my dress, the phoenix had caused a stir.
“If someone else was wearing this dress, I swear it wouldn’t look this good.” Caiden says as we walk to the warmer side of the room, and I believe him.
Not because of the admiration in his tone, but because I saw myself in the mirror and I believe that I'm breathtaking.
And for once, I do not feel uncomfortable as people stare at me.
After much introductions, i’m tired and exhausted. My mouth is crying from all the smiling I've been doing and my feet are dying because of the heels.
