"Hurry up, Gwen, we are already late." Abby howled from outside as Kora finished wrapping my hair in a tight neat chignon bun at the top of my head where she finally secured it with a fine peacock pin.

　　I twisted my hair from side to side with an agreeable smile and nodded at her. "Thank you." I stood up and patted the fine emerald green gown that Kora provided for me this evening. It was soft against my skin and hardly puckiah as many other gowns I've worn. "Sorry, Abby. ...