Chapter 43: Gala – Part l

• Wrapped around in a fuzzy robe, with damp hair falling over her shoulder, Ophelia stared at the gown hanging on her closet in horror. She was beyond petrified of what she was seeing. The simple emerald silk dress she had chosen was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw an emerald off-shoulder gown with a deep neckline, the gorgeous evening gown revealed dramatic feather trimmed sleeves. The tonal jacquard gown was made to flatter her figure as the skirt fell down in trumpet silhouette and ended with a sweep train. The gown was gorgeous but what terrified her was the slit on the right side of the dress.
• She kept staring but the dress didn't disappear. She gulped down and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already six and Onyx is supposed to pick her up in two hours.
• "What am I going to do!" She panicked pacing around the room occasionally glancing at the dress. She stopped and ran her finger over the delicate fabric of the dress. Her fingers ran over the trim of the slit and her face contoured in griff.