CHAPTER NINETEEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You make an excellent couple!"
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Y/N POV
Peace. That was all I felt, a deep, calming peace that wrapped around me like the warmth of a soft blanket. I was curled up on our cozy couch, the sun casting a golden glow across the room as it streamed through the window. My favorite book was open on my lap, and I was completely absorbed in the story, the words pulling me in deeper with each passing moment.
So lost in my book, I didn't even hear my mother calling my name. It wasn't until I felt a gentle shake on my shoulder that I jolted back to reality, nearly knocking my tea over in the process.
I turned, startled, to find her standing there with a beaming smile.
"Someone looks happy." I said, setting my book down on the table in front of me.
"I am, and you should be too! We are going to an extravagant party tonight."
"Tonight?" I asked, gasping in shock. "That's a bit last minute, don't you think?"
My mother chuckled and shook her head. "It seems the invitation was sent to our old address, but it's fine. We still have plenty of time to get ready. It's at Malfoy Manor, and all the prominent pureblood families will be there."
At the mention of Malfoy Manor, I felt my stomach flip. Draco. I would have to see Draco.
"Wait, why do I have to go to this?" I asked.
"Because you're part of this family, and it would be rude not to attend," my mother replied with a light roll of her eyes. She nudged me gently. "Now go on, start getting ready. We don't have all night."
I sighed but got up and made my way to my room, my mind already racing. Of all the families, why the Malfoys?
I rolled my eyes and looked around my closet for a dress to wear. I did not want it to be over the top, but I didn't want to look completely underdressed either. The task itself took quite a while, but since everything in my closet was color coordinated, it did help speed up the process. Once I decided on the dress, I pulled it out and scanned over it in awe. The color was a beautiful y/f/c, with a tight corset top and a long silk skirt freely falling from my waist.
I was admiring the dress when I heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in," I called.
My mother walked in, her robe wrapped around her body as her hair was pulled up to dry. She must've been in the process of getting ready. Once spotting the dress I held in my hands, my mother gasped in awe.
"It's beautiful!" She said smiling. "It will look amazing with your h/c hair, and it will definitely make your e/c pop!"
"You really think?" I said, looking back at the dress, studying it.
