(The image above is a reference of what he would look like using Gacha Club and Picsart.)
Dear Diary, what was I wearing and what did I do?
I went up to my room, trying not to break into tears. I took a deep breath and made up my mind. As I went through my closet, I found my favorite medium grey sweater that was 3 sizes too big, a white collared shirt, a pastel blue skirt that only reached to the middle of my thighs, and my thigh-high white stockings, which rolled down my legs a little due to my chunky shape. I put it all on, smiling as I looked at my outfit.
I sighed, putting on some stocking adhesive, making it so my stockings stayed on my legs. I went over to my vanity mirror and put on some silver studs. I went through my makeup drawers and chose an eye shadow palette with softer colors, and shimmer colors.
Putting on a bit of concealer on my jawline, under-eyes, chin, eyelids, forehead, and the corners under my nose and blending it out, I put on some blush and a bit of highlighter, a bit of pastel pink shimmer on my eyelids with a bit of smudged brown eye-liner to make my eyes seem bigger, a light nude rose color onto my lips, and some brown mascara to make my eye-lashes seem longer.
Normally, I wear makeup to feel nice, but today, I was wearing it for another reason as well. If the King wanted to see his son, he would see him wearing makeup.
After putting some contour under my jaw, I cleaned up my mess, got out my quick-drying nail polishes, put on a bitter-tasting bottom coat so I didn't chew my nails, and then a grey-blue color on each nail, and black onto my middle fingers. When it dried, I added a clear glossy coat, along with another coat of bitter-tasting polish, and smiled.
I brushed my hair, added a little flower hair clip, and looked in my full-size mirror. I felt nice and put on my Blue Sneakers with a Teddy Bear embellishment.
After putting a matching red sweater with a faux white collar on Fern over their harness, and grabbing my phone, I got ready to go, realizing today would be exhausting.

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A Tale Of Shadows and Emeralds
FantasyLeo hears a knock on the door at midnight on his birthday eve every year, but nothing's ever there. On his 21st birthday, he opened the door. Who is this man in black, why is he calling him a Prince? This story is written in a 1st Person Diary-esqu...