My dress poofs out to the side of me. Hans is holding me up, my heels splaying my feet out to the sides. I look up at him, the positioning of the lights causing him to look deathly pale.
“ Come on Elsie, your mother would be heartbroken if you didn’t come to the ball “ moans Hans, he starts walking to show how he is my superior, and that I should be following. I roll my eyes solemnly and follow along.
“ Ya know Hans, if you were a true man, you would let me stay home, Tell the folk that I’m sick” I cry in despair. Dresses, ugh, pretty frills, double ughh.
“But Els, it's what your Mother said” .
I follow him through the great oak doors and into a loud, chaotic room. The orchestra is playing at full blast, and the high pitched laughs are floating around the room. I walk straight into my ignorant sister and sigh.
“ well, Elsie , I must say, that dress is gorgeous on you, totally compliments your red hair” Says Matilda
“ Oh really” I grumble. I. HATE . THIS. I think in my head. Blughh, blughhh,blughhh.
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