Not My Size

It is the day of the ball and honestly I can think of a million and one things I could be doing but I don't want this day to end. 

During events are the only time I get treated the same as Elena.

 A proper rose bath with deep treatment, a manicure and a pedicure as well as proper make-up and a pretty dress. 

The thought of the dress brought a damper on my mood because I haven't seen it yet but I pushed it out of my head and focused on my nails that were painted a beautiful crimson color. 

I'm waiting in a robe in my room for the dress to arrive; only when it does can my make-up begin so it matches the dress. "The dresses are here." 

My maid for the day said and I rushed out to the living room. The woman from before was standing there with two boxes. 

Elena rushed in and grabbed her box from the woman and pulled the lid open and her mouth fell open. "It is beautiful," she said as she pulled it out. It was a shimmering silver dress without arms; it was an A-line dress and went straight to the ground. 

It was simple but I could clearly see that she would look the very part of perfect princess they wanted to paint her to be.

 "Let's see what yours looks like," Elena said and I moved to open it but she stopped me, "No; I want to see it after you wear it." 

She let out a small giggle and ran up to her room. "Come," the woman who brought the dresses said, "I will personally fit you."

I wasn't allowed to look at the mirror until I was done dressing courtesy of the nameless woman.

I was fit into my black dress and my make-up was done and so was my hair but I still hadn't seen myself. When they had pushed back the last of my curls I was ushered to the mirror and my mouth fell open.

My dress was a shimmering obsidian with spaghetti sleeves. I don't know how she did it but it pushed up my busts in a way that was both modest and sexy at the same time. 

The top was plain but the bottom half was shimmering and flared out to the ground and when I moved you would get a glimpse of the slit that trailed up my left thigh. 

My hair was curled and pushed back so only a few strands framed my face. If Elena was a pure princess then I was the tainted, sexy one and somehow that didn't seem too much like a bad thing. 

"How did you get my size?" I asked honestly surprised that the dress fit like a glove and she just shrugged.

"I've been a seamstress for over twelve years; I can figure out sizes just by looking." She said, "And you my darling look like a goddess." I couldn't help my smile and she held onto my arm, "Come; let's give them a show." 

I followed her out to where Elena was making her big reveal down the stairs and I saw mum and dad smiling and taking pictures of her.

"You look like a perfect Luna," I heard mum sniffle and her smile grew even wider, "I can't believe that my baby girl is all grown up." She made her way down the stairs but her eyes trailed over to me and she froze in her steps and her smile turned into a vicious scowl.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Mum and dad turned to me and frowns took over their faces, "The dress wasn't supposed to fit. You went against dad's orders and got your measurements taken didn't you?" 

"She did no such thing," the woman next to me said, "You would never have hired me if I wasn't a good seamstress and part of my job involves guessing sizes and I guessed right," she said then turned to dad, "Shouldn't you be proud that your daughter looks beautiful?" Dad forced a smile onto his face and when Elena opened her mouth he shot her a warning look. 

"Of course I'm proud," he said and I know it pained him to say the words, "Both my daughters look absolutely beautiful." 

Elena took the hint and smiled, "Of course; I was only joking earlier," she said with a fake laugh, "It's how sisters behave." 

The woman and all the other workers left and Elena whirled on me. 

"You're a dead girl walking," she spat and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Don't pay her any heed Elena; you are above this." Mum said coming to stand next to her, "And she is definitely not worth it." 

"You're right; I am going to be Luna and I look the part," she said then turned over to sneer at me, "You look like every bit of the slut that you are while I look as pure as I am."

"I think I misheard you; did you just say you were pure?" I asked rhetorically, "Last I checked pure doesn't fuck Cameron in the school's janitor closet." 

She gasped at my words, "Or was it Jake? No I think it was Caleb." She frowned and mum pulled her away but not before she hissed in my ear. "I will make your life a living hell; mark my words Hayley Brown. 

You will suffer," she spat and both her and mum made their way over to dad. They didn't bother hiding their annoyance and his eyes narrowed towards me.

I know I'm safe for today but I can't say about tomorrow. "Okay so we will receive the guests with poise and grace," dad began, "We will play the part of the perfect Alpha family which means no bickering, no insults and no swearing." He continued, 

"I will not tolerate anyone messing this up do you understand?" "You may want to repeat that to Hayley," Elena said, "She's already ruining our image by dressing like a whore."

She and mum left while giggling to themselves and dad turned to me. 

"If anything, anything at all goes wrong then there will be hell to pay, do I make myself clear?" he asked and I nodded, "Words Hayley." 

"Crystal clear." I replied and he nodded then left me standing in the middle of the house. Let the games begin.