Nathalia POV
“You are definitely rocking that dress, Nathalia! You’re absolutely gorgeous!”
“Thank you, Greta. You are so kind.”
“You look stunning, my dear! I am sure you will be turning heads tonight.”
“Ha-ha. You’re kind, too, Mathilda. Thank you.”
It was the night of the ball. After half a day preparing for the event, I stood before a mirror reflecting me in a fitted strapless evening dress – the top is black with a sweetheart neckline, while the skirt is navy blue. It accents my breasts, my waist, and my hips very well.
Greta, of course, had been my hair and make-up artist, putting up my hair in a messy bun. Quite a feat because of my unruly wavy hair. She barely placed make-up on me but made sure that my eyes were set to match my dress, making them a little dramatic by making
