Chapter 3: The Angel

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Light filters in through high circular windows. I open my eyes sticky with sleep, and turn onto my side. "Come on!" a voice shouts in my ear. "Rise and shine!"

A blurry Earla peers down at me. "We have to meet the others!" Huh? Others? "What do you mean, others?"

"Today is the Bloc Party. We celebrate with the other coteries and meet new people. Others recruited from the other coteries will meet us in the Cloud Castle see their partners. "

"Oh. That sounds boring." I pull the covers over me and try to fall back asleep.

"Actually, it's very exciting. All the outfits, makeup, and styles are exquisite. I even designed your dress!" Without opening my eyes, I know it's Amber. Giving up, I sit up and rub my tired eyes. Amber strides to a grand wooden wardrobe on the other side of the room, and pulls out several outfits, while Earla hands me a plate with a few pieces of toast, which I eat. A delicious, buttery ta[c]ste fills my mouth and soothes my dry throat. Amber walks back carrying several dresses, and hands one to Earla and one to me. Earla holds a slim purple evening gown, the color of the flowers that grew by my school. It's fashioned with a high gold belt, engraved with curving designs of a flower. Amber dumps gold earrings, a golden bangle, flats, a golden hair clasp, and makeup into her arms, and into mine diamond studs, white nail polish, glass slippers, and eyeliner, too, but I'm still staring at my dress. Its silky, pure white fabric flows through my nimble fingers, a knee high dress with a V-neck. The most noticeable thing is, though, the wings- feathered, and flapping slightly. "It's beautiful," I gasp. Amber smiles at me. "I designed it."

"I'm not surprised, us being in Scarlet and all. What are you wearing?" She pats a hot pink ruffle dress. "This beauty. Think it'll look good?" She holds it up to her thin frame. "Great," I say. "Well ladies, let's get changing." With that, Amber stands up and disappears behind a curtain. I occupy one, and Earla takes the one next to me. I slip the dress over my head, shifting the fabric to wrap around me. The wings slowly move, and I part my hair around each shoulder. My hand shakes as I apply the eyeliner, but steadies it as soon as it starts. A silver mirror covers one of the walls, and I stare into it. I see a stunning girl looking back, dressed in an elegant gown, eyes gracefully enhanced. She slips on delicate glass shoes, which glint in the dim light. An angel. 

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