Ninety Six

May’s POV

I looked over my shoulder as someone said, "Move out of the way!" and I saw a man rolling some dresses by in a hurry.

If you haven’t guessed it yet, this was the night of the auction and I was in the dressing room Ellen had told me about.

I could tell that this was a big social event, and Ellen had taken organizing it seriously. All these seemed pretty too much though, because it looked like I had just stepped into a scene from the movie. I guessed she needed us all dolled up to be bid on.

After all, the more beautiful we looked, the more we were bidden on, and the more money generated for the charity.

"This woman's hair needs to be fixed," a man said from behind me as he grabbed my shoulders.

“You’re the crown for tonight’s event, right?” he asked, and I nodded my head at him, even though I hadn't seen his face yet.

The man started to move me around, then he stopped to turn me to face him. He wrapped my hair around a finger and his face scrunched up, though not terribly so.