Turned, Twisted, and Tossed Around

Gown/Ball--17

Even though I couldn't see it, I felt it. I knew what it probably looked like by the pressure of fabric in some areas, and the feeling of no fabric at all. My arms and shoulders were slightly chilled, and I felt something wrapped around my neck. I wondered if it was a heavy necklace or attached to the dress. Something strange tickled my upper chest on the right side. I had the urge to rip it off, but decided not to. The gown wasn't as heavy as I expected, which I was ecstatic about.

I felt long gloves being slipped on, and I wasn't as cold as I was a few moments ago. "What type of footwear would you prefer?" I licked my lips, "Ballet slippers, if-" "Of course, of course.."

Moments later, she was slipping them on my feet. The fabric felt incredibly smooth. Roslyn made a sound of appreciation, and said "Don't sit down anywhere, or you'll ruin it. I'll guide you across the room so you'll adjust to the weight." Her frail hand took mine, and I walked around the room blind-folded. It was terrifying. My forehead wrinkled in concentration, and I tried to gracefully put one foot over the other.

After what felt like hours, I heard the door creak open, and soft music in the background. "Its time." The maid whispered softer than necessary. My heart drummed loudly, and I felt someone else slip their hand into mine. I felt like Roslyn was smiling when she said, "Good luck,-not that you'll need it." I pressed my lips together, then managed a shaky smile. "Th-thank you. Really. It means a lot."

I was extremely cautious, even though I knew that the maid wouldn't let me bump into anything. The sound of the music rose, and rose, until I felt like I was standing next to the source of it. A loud, feminine voice cut through the music, like a shard of glass through your cell membrane. She had a slight British accent, causing her words to sound grander than they were. "PRESENTING, Princess Scarlett, the daughter of our beloved King and Queen. We are all honored to be in the presence of ROYALTY."

The was a small murmur amongst the crowd, as the maid reached to untie the ribbon that covered my eyes. I opened slowly opened them, and blinked rapidly to adjust to the bright light. I was positioned on a tall platform, right next to the throne of the King and Queen. My biological parents. It was still hard for me to fully wrap my mind around that. My breath caught in my throat, and I tried to steady my breaths. There were thousands, and thousands of people, all glaring at me. They were expecting me to do something. I gave a tiny, nervous smile, and they all clapped; each and every one of them.

Then the female announced his and her royal highness, and  an even louder applause followed. I wasn't sure if I should clap or what, because nobody told me what I should do. I stood there anxiously, hoping that I didn't disrespect anyone. My "parents" looked so stunning that I couldn't help staring. Their fabric was a inter winding pattern, and made my head ache if I looked too intently.

Then there was a sudden burst of trumpets, and the female shouted, "Let the celebration BEGIN!" There were cheers, laughter, shouts, and above all was the music that seemed to drown out all of it. Fedessa scanned my appearance with an approving glare, and flashed a charming smile when I caught her checking me out. I started to walk up to her, but she gave me a hand signal.