one?´´ she said.
The dress was perfect. It was made from real silk, in an off-white champagne color that perfectly suited her complexion. The neckline was open in a tasteful classical way. There were short capsleeves on either side and the
bodice was perfectly tailored to fit around her small waist. The skirt of the dress was designed in an A-line model and it fell all the way to the ground. Different layers
of silk covered one another and made the dress look almost transculent. With silk pumps in the same color she looked like Cinderella going to the ball. Earrings of
small pearl drops would finish the ensemble. Moira knew her mother wanted her to wear gloves, but she refused, it would ruin the dress.
Moira had actually just come back from the recording studio when her mother called to meet her at the store in Edinborough. The song she had written was called
´Face Me´ and she just knew it would be a hit. There was a certain darkness to her music, for some reason she had always been drawn to darkness. She couldn´t wait for it to be published! Even though she knew she would have to go through this ordeal first. At the ball she would have to dance with several gentlemen, at least that´s what they called themselves. They were mostly just stuck up brats, rich kids who believed they were entitled to have whatever they wanted. But it didn´t matter, if this is what she needed to do for the music, she would. ´´Don´t forget your mask dear´´ her mother yelled in her ear. ´Mask?´ she thought. ´It must be a masked ball!´ all the better, this would be fun.