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That's when I finally see her. Selene is at the top making her way down. My breath hitches in my throat and my palms become sweaty. My heart completely stops for a moment then speeds up as my stomach flutters. Time completely stops and the room fades away when I see her. She's looks like a goddess sent straight from the heavens above. Her hair is down and curled framing her beautiful round face a silver tiara sparkles in the lights atop her head. Wearing a sleeveless fluffy white ball gown with a pastel blue ribbon tied around her waist. A deep plunge in the top giving her torso a heart shape. It fits perfectly and compliments her curvy figure perfectly. Elegant and beautiful. I find myself

I think it would be fun. She smiles. "It's going to be like a yule ball. We are going to make the magic of Harry Potter come alive. We are going to have ice sculptures, fake snow and twinkling lights hung on the walls and ceiling, creating a night sky effect just like in the Great Hall." "Sounds interesting." I said, nodding my head in approval. I would really like to challenge my skills with a task like that.

Romaine replied, flashing another fake smile over her shoulder. She tugged her earlobe, and his whole body reacted, heat pouring through him. Her hair, mostly up for the ball, had fallen throughout the night, and as they walked, the princess pulled out the rest of the pins, letting it cascade freely down her back. The sweet scent of honey and salty air hit him in the face.

Arya was wondering whether he will appear on the day of her birthday and claim her. Time passed slowly, tomorrow she will turn seventeen. Her birthday. Early in the morning she picked a really stunning dress, it was suitable for a ball or a cocktail party. It was black and sparkling. Arya tried many different hairdos in front of her vanity table. Today she pinned her hair high showing her neckline and decorated it with some flowers made of some sparkling silver material. Arya put on some make up and looked in the mirror. She really looked great, ready for a ball. Humming a lively melody she knew Arya was dancing in her room when the door got open. She didn’t hear him coming, he must have bee

This is going to be the first ball that I'm throwing as a luna, and I've been obsessing over it for a couple of weeks. I don't know why the feeling of not being good enough always threatens to wear me down, but I thank the goddess that I have Harry now. He's always here to slap some sense back into me—literally, of course, not figuratively. I adjust my neck jewellery and thread my fingers through the lace of my dark blue, shimmering gown. The sleeves are long, and it comes with a deep v-neck that's netted. The gown lengthens to my ankles. It's fitted from the knee above, then it's a bit free downward due to the slit at the front.

She touched my hair, raising it up in disgust. "We need to do something about this hair of yours, get your dress for the ball ready and see that you're ready in character to be able to attend to the ball." I rolled my eyes at her outburst. I can't believe she has being turning the palace upside down because of the ball. What's so special about the ball anyways.

Merethyl joined us and did my hair in a very elvish fashion, leaving it down and more natural. “It will be easier for Yhendorn to put your crown on if your hair is down,” she said. She added flowers to it which isn’t my thing, but for me, this is Yhen’s day more than mine. And I trust Merethyl to make me look the way I should, so I make Yhen proud. ‘I’m always proud of you, my dragon,’ his voice floats through my head. I know he is, even when I don’t do anything to deserve it. Being in Yhen’s mind is wonderful. I feel so settled, all the time, knowing how much he loves me.

When the perm scene happened I couldn’t stop myself from talking too, not quoting but asking a question. “Have you ever had a perm?” I asked, trying to imagine her with the same hair as Chutney, a smile on her face at the image. “God no, as Elle said. Bone structure is important when it comes to curls. You would suit curls though. Maybe I should curl your hair for the ball. Have you had one?” “No, we could barely keep the lights on. Let alone pay for a perm, my mum cut my hair as I grew up. It’s not been done since I was taken by Silvermoon.” I stated, ashamed that my hair wasn’t as good as it could be.

The door might yet close. Privately, she thought the girl's looks should carry the day. Elizabeth, in a ball dress of white crêpe with velvet ribbons spangled with gold, and her hair in a myriad loose curls confined by a ribbon with a bow over her left eye, was a vision to please even the most exacting critic. If only she would be a little conciliating!

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.