CHAPTER 7

RUBY

The sound of my heels resonated in my ears as I walked to the mirror, taking in my reflection. My blue eyes that I inherited from my mother, looked unusually bright tonight, standing out against my fair skin. My strawberry-blonde hair, soft and wavy, fell loosely around my shoulders.

My mother always told me how special my hair was because of how rare it was to find a shade that was both blonde and red. I used to love that about myself, but now, with her gone, life felt different. The memory of Mom’s face flashed in my mind, and I quickly pushed the thought away, knowing I couldn’t let myself fall apart before the ball.

Taking a deep breath, I tucked the knot-like metal tag of the necklace inside the emerald-green dress that hugged my body in all the right places. I stared at the light make-up and the red glossy lips that brightened my face, making me look more put together than I actually felt. But no matter how much I tried to transform myself on the outside, I couldn’t shake t