The Cravers

42. The Versace

As Venetian silk, lace, velvet and all those luxurious fabrics were hauled around, even my excitement toward the festivities increased. Which was odd for once, I never liked the Guardian's Ball of Haven but I found myself appalled by all the hassling that was going around Amy as she dress-fitted to be her best with the best designer ever...Versace. Of course.

"I am dying of excitement!" Amy fanned herself dramatically as Francesca, the woman that was taking her measurements, raised neatly plucked brows at her. It was obvious that Amy could barely hold herself as Francesca started taking in her height and waist measurements. She had a assistant behind her, whom was her extravagant intern scribbling furiously as Amy described her preferences for her dress. "I need it to be gold, a strapless gown with Swarowski diamonds encrusted. Yes?" She looked gorgeous in a simple mermaid navy dress on the top of the two feet stand. "I'm wearing five inched heels. I need the dress to be long enough to drag on the floor."

This was something new for me. As the past week has passed, the anxiety for the ball has also increased. Women were trying their hard to complete their gowns with the perfect touch-ups. Being the most exclusive and anticipated event of the year, everything had to be flawless from the chosen venue to the appearances of the attending people. It was getting harder to focus on school too, especially with Stella's exaggerated description of her phenomenal dress that promised to leave everyone at envy. Of course, she never said that, but her elaborations has been pretty self-explanatory. I was surprised that she wasn't here to help with her best friend's dress-fitting. She was missing the fact that Amy looked stunning in every dress she has been trying on the past hour. Right now, Francesca got her into a more beautiful dress than any other dress she has tried. She had been helped into a a dark ruby red gown which cinched her at the waist tightly but the skirt had fanned out with the enough "poof."The light caught the translucent red ruby diamonds which was encrusted on the corset, covering the whole bodice with brilliant beauty.

"You look stunning," I gaped openly at her. "Forget gold. Red is your color."

Amy bit her lip at me as she looked her self up and down. "You think?" She twirled slowly as Francesca gave a wide smile full of admiration.

"My, my, my Ms. Amy. You look beautiful. Yes, you must wear red for this wonderful event. You'll leave everyone in envy." Francesca declared, even her assistant failed not to notice the drop-dead gorgeous girl. The girl looked like a queen, the way her hazel eyes gleamed brightly was proof.

I stood up and walked around her. The fabric felt so soft between my fingers. "Amy, you must wear this."

She sighed shakily. "Do you think so?"

 I grinned. "You'll surely steal the spotlight and the hearts of all those guys in that ballroom."

"Thank you. Diana, you should try on something. After these few days, it will be hard to get a hold of a designer...unless you have your dress, of course." She winked at me wickedly.

Francesca nodded in agreement. "Yes. Too much appointments. But not enough of time."

"Come on." Amy came down the tall stand. "You must try something on."

I backed away, putting a good distant between the two ladies. "Nope. No. I'm good." I laughed nervously. Francesca smiled at me devilishly.

"Come on, Miss." The designer snapped her fingers as her assistant rushed over, she looked exasperated. "Miss Diana Holland will need a dressing room."

"No, no. I already got my dress." I lied as my heart pounded hard.

Amy cocked her brow at me as she turned halfway around from undressing. "You do? By who?"