I picked up a looking glass from the table
and checked my reflection. I grinned large
enough for my dimples to appear, knowing that
I too had never looked better. My red-velvet,
ruffled skirt and a bright-blue blouse
complimented my full figure. More
importantly, I really no longer cared that I
wasn’t perfect. My long, black hair had been
expertly plaited by Ishild, who had poked fresh
flowers within the two thick braids before
topping it off with my now jewel-less golden
crown. My blue eyes sparkled as they peered
out from within their charcoaled outline. As
always, my cherished locket hung securely
around my neck.
I let out a loud sigh in the empty room—
there was simply nothing left to do but wait.
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