Having made no female friends at this new pack, I could only rely on mom to do my make-up for me after I had styled my long hair in ringlets. When I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my usually dull brown eyes looked almost like deep molten chocolate.

I was wearing comfortable golden sandals. As per my agreement with mom, I would not be forced into high heels just for a damned irrelevant ball. The dress, though I hated to admit it, was exquisite. The upper half of it looked much like a ...