GOLDEN

I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at myself in the mirror. My body was clothed in a long, tight fit red dress which ran down my legs, stopping at my gold heels. My hair was styled and packed up by the stylist I hired, but looking at my face now. I looked too innocent. ‘I think I like it when it's down better,” I muttered darkly, all the while fitting my hands through the band of my hair and pulling it down. The strands fell freely down my silky hair, and I pushed some behind my ear. Looking in the mirror—watching as my raven black hair framed my face, falling to my back, it gave me the look I desire. “Oh my God, who is she?” “She must be from one of these high end families,” another guest whispered. The music stopped at that moment, my feet stretched out and landed delicately on another step. My fingers trailed down the golden rails of the stairs. The camera lights clicked endlessly as a dazzling smile washed through my face. I could feel their stares burning through my flawless sk