Once

Chapter 1

Hello! This is Chapter 1 of Once, I hope you enjoy the story :).
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I am getting ready for my first Ball ever.

This is how I've been the hole day, sited in front of a mirror while a makeup artist covers my face with makeup.

I don't know how I should feel, scared, excited, nervous... But for sure I feel nothing. The Ball isn't something I would feel excited for. Because I hate the Balls, and every single aspect of it, except for the luxurious food, which I don't get to eat constantly.

So, how I am supposed to feel?

I should feel happy that Matt, my boyfriend, will be attending the Ball with me, but I just feel empty, I feel nothing at all.

Matt and I have knew each other since I can remember. Since we were kids, we used to play and be inseparable. I remember, that when we grew up, at the age of 16, a year ago, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and our families celebrated, because we are both from the same Elite.

Here in Trea, we have two different Elites, the Tatum and the Naturalis, and we aren't allowed to socialize between us, except for the Ball. That's why the monthly Balls are so famous and important, because it's the only night of the month we get to talk and coexist with the other Elite.

It's highly forbidden to socialize with the Naturalis Elite outside the Balls. We even attend different schools, college, and work.

I stare at the mirror, see my face and the blue color makeup covering it.

Should I feel excited?

"It's done, Ms. Farnsworth." Says the makeup artist, Dianne.

"How many times I have to tell you to just call me Ella?" I ask her. I hate being called Ms. Farnsworth. It's disturbing.

"Sorry Ms.-, Ella. It won't happen again." She says. "The seamstress is waiting."

"Thank you." I grin at her. "I should hurry." I say and get up from the chair. "Thank you again, Dianne." I leave the room, and head to the one next to it, where the seamstress is waiting.

She is young about 5 years older than I am, and she has blue eyes and red hair.

She is holding a blue long dress, that has a black waistband, and shinny details in it's beginning. The part bellow the waistband, it's blue with a black silk above it. It's pretty.

"Take it, Ms. Farnsworth. There is a fitting room over there." She says pointing to a cubicle enclosed by a curtain.

I don't try to protest for calling me Ms. Farnsworth, It's useless, she wouldn't call me by my name.

I proceed to take the dress, walk to the fitting room, and closing the curtain. I put the dress carefully so
I won't mess up the make up and pretty hairstyle. When I am done, I close the zipper and open the curtain.

"Let me see, Ms. Farnsworth." Says the seamstress.

I walk outside, not even knowing how I look.

The seamstress takes a needle and starts to adjust the dress. It starts feeling much tighter, but I guess it was to big for me.

"Much better." She says after finishing adjusting the dress. "You look so pretty, Ms. Farnsworth. The blue of the dress fits so perfectly with your blue eyes, and your blond curls makes you look beautiful." She smiles at me.

"Thank you." I say.

"You should get going, you don't want to arrive late to your very first ball." She say and I smile at her before leaving the room.