Athina's P.O.V. I stared into the mirror in front of me, as it reflected my figure. With a small spin I watched the dress float in red waves. The dress lined up against my chest, before it flowed down past my ankles, allowing it to slowly slide across the floor as I walked. The pattern across upper half of the dress resembled small flowers, before it was met it a soft fabric of the same shade that ran down and above that soft fabric a large net piece surrounded the skirt, giving it a more elegant look. The dress was off-shoulder, slightly exposing my neck and shoulders. I didn't bother a necklace, my collarbone showing was more than enough, a necklace would over-do it. Once again, looking at how the colour strikingly brought out my deep brown eyes, that appeared black and black hair, I realised Jack was right. After Zayden had invited us to the ball, Jack advised me
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