The Youngest of Them All (Being Rewritten)

Dancing

Scarlet P.O.V. 

I rushed around the room, trying to help everyone with their dresses, the ball was in less than an hour away and Christina still wouldn't put the dress on that had been chosen for her and was panicking herself, Octavia was asking for my help with her necklace, Zara was ready, but Olympia still needed her hair done. The list went on and it didn't help that I still needed to get ready myself. We were all racing around the room to get ready.

I finally force Christina to snap out of it and go get her dress on, while waiting I start putting up Olympia's hair. Zara clipped Octavia's necklace and then that's when Christina stepped out, the rest of her sisters stand up to face her. Her dress was mostly black with a sort of floral pattern on it, her long black hair was down which was something that was not seen often by anyone and a golden crown sat on her head. Octavia told her that she should wear it. She smiled at us all nervously.

"How do I look?" She asked, her sisters stood there to stunned to say anything. Finally Octavia stepped up.

"Like a Queen, my dear sister," Octavia answered curtsying. The rest of her sisters curtsied also, I follow Octavia's lead also. Christina seem surprised at our reactions, she then looked down at me.

"We need to get Scarlet ready!" She says grabbing my dress and handing it to me.

"Go!" I rush behind the door to the washroom and change into my dress. It was a light green with golden swirls, but it was nothing compared to everyone else.

Octavia's blue dress had flower petals on the neckline and waist, the selves went down to her elbows where it puffed out. Her blonde hair was in a lose braid.