Roxanne
I sat in front of a clustered table in my room, surrounded by loads of sketches, fabrics, and the faint scent of raspberries. The morning sunlight filters through the large windows, casting a beautiful glow over my room. With my ink and brush in my hands, I began to sketch the perfect ball gown for myself.
Yes, since I foolishly accepted Damon’s offer to stay back for the ball, I had to design myself a dress as I wasn’t comfortable with someone else doing it. I have been away for too long to just comfortably let down my guard. And besides, this was something that was a piece of cake for me.
Whitney sat on the plush blue chair, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she described the kind of ball gown she wanted. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as s
