My OC's Playground and other important rants

Midsummer Night's Ball

           

"Too holey, too fluffy, too chesty, too rainbow throw up unicorn," picking a dress is hard. Everything Alexandria found, she hated or would blend into the sea of selected. She wanted to stand out, but at the same time blend in. Blue, her favourite colour, was definitely out. On the odd chance she did find something that was beautiful and stunning, it was too fluffy and ball gowny, yet nothing else made her imagination run wild with the sky or let her feel beautiful inside and out. Black and white and greys were not the brunette's normal choice of colours, but the dress was magical. It was modern but floated out around like a happy bubbly cloud. Happy as a merry leprechaun, she chose it.

Donning the dress, she hurriedly did the eyes rushing to get everything done. With one glance in the mirror, she swore when she saw the frizzy mess of hair. The lion could never be tamed. "Stuff it," she grumbled, her heart trembling at the thought of trying to get a brush through that, let alone straighten it. Huffing, she turned away from the mirror, refusing to look at the frizzy mess again. Next was shoes. Her eyes immediately trailed unwillingly to the heels piled all sparkly and neat next to each other. Another shudder ran through her heart. Her toes were to be broken by the end of the night. How does one dance in heels anyway? A pair of sneakers sat happily, begging to be taken instead. Conflict immerged like the battle of Vienna. Back and forth the brunette's head went, the deathly heels or the comfortable glorious sneakers. She knows the Queen mentioned strictly formal but... Will anyone notice if she wore sneakers? They were under her dress after all and no matter how good her imagination was, she couldn't see the Queen checking under every single dress to see if they had heels on. No, formal attire be damned, she was wearing sneakers and that was that.