[Music: One Night, No Promises By Raviel Blackthorn]
June really outdid himself again. It felt like I had been teleported into the '30s.
My hair was styled in vintage Hollywood curls, which gave life to my fit. My makeup was done lightly, soft eye shadow, and a pronounced wine red stick.
My dress was a black evening gown, made of silk and draping down like liquid, clasping my curves like a second skin; the straps and neckline were made of diamonds. There was also a single slit in the gown, which was only revealed when I walked.
It was paired with elbow-length silk gloves, pearl jewelry, and closed-toe heels for the finishing.
With a smile on my lips, I admired myself, not caring about how much time it took. Right now, I have all this to myself, and I'm gonna appreciate it as much as I can.
After a while, I stepped out of the building, and two limousines were already waiting. One, I assumed, was for Athena, because she did her dress up here.
