Freya
I’m a nervous wreck, and the ball has only just begun. Everyone is dressed nicely, and so am I, yet I still feel like a dolphin out of water.
Just what am I doing here thinking I’m pretty when, in reality, I’m just a lousy Omega?
Shit, can you see my ranking just by looking at me?
Do I look out of place?
Gosh, I hope not.
I’ve spent hours inside my room with Tiffany curling my hair. It’s coming down in cute locks, and my makeup is so spot-on that I no longer have that childish look on my face or in my eyes. When I looked in the mirror earlier, I saw a woman.
A woman is wearing a tight black dress that perfectly hugs her slim body. I’m wearing high heels, which gives me a bit of an edge since I no longer feel as short, but at the same time, I’m not used to looking so…feminin
