61. Slayed.

I stand at the top of the staircase, my heart pounding. The ball has been in full swing for an hour, but I've been too nervous to make my entrance. Taking a deep breath, I smooth down my dress and step into view.

The gown Adrian gave me is breathtaking - an off-the-shoulder shimmering red number that hugs my curves before flowing out gracefully. The fabric catches the light with every movement, creating a mesmerizing effect.

My hair is swept up in an elegant updo, with a few loose tendrils framing my face. The stylist Adrian sent did an amazing job with my makeup - smoky eyes that make my gaze smolder, a hint of blush on my cheeks, and deep red lips that match my dress perfectly.

I take my first step down the stairs; the room falls silent. I can feel every eye turn to st