Roxanne

I sat in front of a clustered table in my room, surrounded by loads of sketches, fabrics, and the faint scent of raspberries. The morning sunlight filters through the large windows, casting a beautiful glow over my room. With my ink and brush in my hands, I began to sketch the perfect ball gown for myself.

Yes, since I foolishly accepted Damon’s offer to stay back for the ball, I had to design myself a dress as I wasn’t comfortable with someone else doing it. I have been away for ...