ELLA'S POV
Blue dress that sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the suite. My hair, that was styled in a sleek half-up, leaving a good amount of my mane cascading down my shoulders. I was stunned by my perfect reflection.
I ran a slick hand over my dress, it was then I realized my sweaty palms were a result of the anxiety that zinged through my veins. I clasped and unclasped my hands, the faint tick tock sound from the clock was a reminder that I was a few hours away from my fate.
“Don't think too much about that. Focus on how pretty you look tonight,” I muttered under my breath. Still, the affirmation did little or nothing to my jumpy nerves.
A coil of cold nipped at my insides, earning myself a small shudder. I suddenly contemplated sitting these out. There was no way on eart
