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Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

When Hellion returns with a large shopping bag and a note, I accept the note first and read quickly over the bubbly scrawl of words. … Bestie! I saw this dress and I immediately saw you in it. It is absolutely breathtaking, and you will own the Mate Ball in it. It’s such a beautiful lilac piece, and it's guaranteed to make you, my gorgeous Nun, shine bright like the gem you are. If the upper part of the dress bothers you, not to worry, the hairstylist will add extra extensions to give you longer and fuller hair. So, Pretty, please wear it, even if it’s just to see your men completely lose their cool (you can protest all you want, but we both know they’re totally smitten).

"Hell no, but I am making you look like the goddess herself." I sat there in my midnight blue dress. Helen had taken Kimi, Saka, Len, and me to a go shop for this party. There were to be two balls during the week, so Kimi and I had to get two formal dresses, and the guys had to get formal clothes as well. I looked at Kimi, who looked stunning in her light purple dress. Her arms were totally exposed, and you could see her arm tattoos.

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

"Shall we?" I nod, letting her go ahead. She eagerly reaches in and pulls out a stunning dark green dress. "Wow," she whispers, echoing my thoughts exactly. The dress is stunning—an A-line gown with spaghetti straps, its bodice adorned with sparkling rhinestones. It shimmers under the light, cascading down to the floor in a way that’s both elegant and enchanting. The dress has a daring side slit that promises to reveal just the right amount of leg with each step. It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful.

"What are you wearing for the rite? I think Drusila must have picked out your dress already." I nod, wiping my hands on the napkin she handed me after licking them. Kyra made a face. I toss the dirty napkin on her face. She curses while I flash over to I and Zeke's wardrobe. I pull out a white dress that has long lace arms and a fish tail at the ankle. It's gorgeous. I figured it's best to stay bright on a day like this. "It's so pretty. I think the designer's creation is top-notch." "Drusila got it. Zeke paid as usual."

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

“I will definitely look into this more with Beta and try to see if it's possible for werewolves to wield magic!” ________________________________ Harper’s POV My eyes scan my reflection in the mirror as I adjust the straps of my dress. A dark emerald, green gown that sinches at my waist and falls to just above the floor. It’s one of the dresses Dylan bought me at the store. I’m wearing it because today is the day of the registration for the pack’s maid selection competition! Father decided to hold a banquet to celebrate the ceremony. Originally, Dylan was not interested in this banquet at all. But I don’t know why, after I mentioned that the four judges of the competition would be there, Dyl

Maybe sending anatomy pics was just another way of keeping people at arm's length while still getting attention? "No," I whispered. "That's crazy. He's not that bad." Still, maybe I’d mention it to Ben tonight. It would be a funny story, at least. I turned back to the clothes. My eyes landed on The Dress. It was a turquoise velvet wrap dress with patterned chiffon sleeves and subtle glitter detailing woven into the fabric. I hadn't worn it since the Masemann Christmas party two years ago, back when I was pregnant with Harry but didn't know it yet. It was bold. It was vibrant. It was exactly what I needed.

"You're an O'Callahan. Half the werewolves you'll see at that ball would kill for a piece of you." "You can't be real," I whispered, reaching out to touch her face. My fingers met warm skin. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. My mother's brow furrowed with concern. "What is going on with you, baby? You were fine this morning." Was this heaven? Or some cruel form of hell designed to torture me with what I'd lost? But the details were too specific, too perfect. The dress I wore was a floor-length gown of midnight blue with silver accents. I recognized it. This was the dress I'd worn to my first ball as an adult. The night I'd met Ronan.