It's the night of the ball and Serenity is excited, standing in front of the mirror and twirling in order to see the full effect of her outfit. Her dress is stunning, pure white with sequins, a sweetheart bodice and it's length stopped at her knees. Small feathered white wings portruded from the back of the dress, held up by some sort of miracle. Her blonde hair was wavy and left loose down her back and she had flats on her feet, something she had insisted on as she wasn't used to walking in high heels.
"You look beautiful" a voice said quietly and she turned to give her father a smile, her own breath hitching as she looked at him in his beautiful black tuxedo suit.
"You scrub up nicely yourself" she teased and he chuckled shaking his head.
"You look just like your mother" he said sadly and she felt a moment of grief, before resolutely shaking it off. It was her eighteenth birthday tomorrow and she was going to enjoy every minute
