The gala that she’d signed herself up for, put her in a crisis. I have nothing to wear, how am I gonna look presentable? Just when it felt as though her thoughts would explode out of her head, someone knocked on the door. A maid whom she recognized as Mara dropped a box. Aria raised an eyebrow at the scowl on her face. Well, if she thought of her as a proud vixen, she might as well fit herself fully into that role. “From who?”, she asked making her voice as proud as possible, looking down at her through her nose. Mara looked angry enough to have a heart attack, almost making Aria break her role. “From Miss Isabella,” after saying that she left as quickly as she could. Why would she send me a dress? This can’t be a trick… right?. She opened the box and inside was a beautiful peach colored silk gown,. It had a deep V-cut and was adorned with lovely pearls. It was positively the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. With a newfound excitement, Aria put on the dress
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