Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
DARK CLOUDS BLANKETED all over the night sky, with the half moon hiding behind its back yet moonlight still found its way to filter through the thick layers of cottons and illuminated the looming darkness. The city lights glimmer from afar as if the missing stars above have descended on the ground.
If Luna had the night for herself, she'd sit on the comfy cushioned chair shs asked to be placed outside on the balcony. Let the cold summer breeze during nighttime to touch her bare skin and gaze at the celestial body. Stargazing was a thing, moongazing should be too.
"Are you kidding me? Are your arms that short?" Hera snorted, who was humored by watching her friend struggle with zipping up her dress. Luna sent a glare to the woman sitting on her vanity table, legs crossed and a wine glass in her hand, with cold milk in it, not wine. As a pact to avoid unwanted disturbing acts, every drink with alcohol in it is prohibited for the both of them. Unless Luna's personal butler was to guard the both of them.
"Shut up. Not everyone is gifted with long arms that reaches their own back." Luna defended herself and continued to struggle to reach for the zipper, twisting her arms to her back. She sent Hera a mocking look and said, "At least I have long legs. What about you shorty?"
Hera made a face indicating that she was insulted and scoffed at the statement made by her friend. Ironically, Hera didn't have long arms and legs either, Luna wondered where this girl found the guts to insult her.
"Whatever. Come here." Making a motion with her hands indicating for Luna to come closer to her, which the latter obediently followed. Turning her back on Hera, she zipped up Luna's dress which reached just above her ankles. Feeling relived, Luna let out a sigh.
Inside her head, Luna was partly thankful that corsets aren't a must wear anymore. Believing it as a torture to a woman's body and how it was a discrimination for a woman to have a skinny body with a huge bust.
Giving Hera a faux sweet smile, "Thank you, shorty." She once again mocked her friend's height before proceeding on making herself looking presentable for the coming ball. Fingertips lingering on different boxes containing accessories made of different types of gems and jewels.
Today was the seventh day on this month of May. And in a wretched town called Holloway Hills, this day is where they celebrate the anniversary of the time Holloway Hills was found; the ball is in their honor. Every 7th of May, the mayor always prepares a ball for all the folks.
Holloway Hills was a town known for being mysterious that no one ever bothered to visit and come into. Withches, and other inhuman supernatural beings was believed to dwell here in the past centuries. The rumors about this town having lairs of witches and dead bodies buried beneath this whole town spread like wildfire, saying that dead bodies and rotting human body parts that were decapitated was still here, buried meters underneath the ground. One pathetic belief that built fear in people and drove them away. Although Holloway Hills has been crime free for years, people still avoided the town.
