Chapter Thirty Three {Davinia}

Gorgeous, that what it is. Suddenly I don't feel so miserable anymore, every feeling of miserability has been erased for my system because miserable won't look good with this dress. A long transparent blood red robe with black tulle edges, sweeping the ground and underneath it, I'll be wearing a Gothic red velvet and lacy mini jumpsuit with suspender set. My eyes trail away from it to meet with Meth's gleaming eyes.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "You love it, don't you?" I roll my eyes, trying to hide my smile but failed.

"It is lovely" I say to her, hiding the excitement in my voice. She rolls her eyes and begins to pack her materials back into her box. Helena walks into my room, her face beaming like a girl who was just asked to the prom. In her hands is a black box in her, on the black box is one red rose.

I eye her suspiciously as she makes her way to my closet. Meth shares a look with me before she leaves my vanity and walks over to where I stood with Helena in front of me