“That makes no sense to me.” I said, much to the young girl’s dismay.
The ball was coming closer and closer. Our research had been my main focus, so much so that I forgot about all the other mundane things that came with throwing parties like this. If anything, today I got to go back to my old life of being a lady for a little bit.
“The dress should be black because vampires mostly dress in black.” The girl tried again. She was young, probably just sixteen, and had brown hair that was poking out from every side. She had a tape measure draped around her neck and wore comfortable clothes herself. She had been tasked with making us all look presentable and desirable, with a specific focus on myself and Elara.
“Black dresses are for periods of mourning.” I argued back. “We wouldn’t want t
