ELIANA.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I combed through my hair and it was then I heard a knock on my door. I didn't have to turn around to see my Grandmother come in. She folded her arms across her chest and her eyes bore enough worry for the both of us.

It was an hour to midnight now. Denver and I should have already been on our way. I realized that I got up. It was hard to move my legs inside of deep-blue resplendent ball gown Nana had given me. She said it ...