Rosalie entered the great hall wearing the gold satin, and white lace dress she had found. The dress was one that renewed her faith in fifties fashion. Before buying it, she had been torn between this dress, and the well known Sandy outfit from Grease. She was happy with her choice however.
To accompany the dress she wore a pare of golden heals that looked like more of a death trap than a fashion statement. She managed not to stumble once in them as she moved across the room, and towards an empty table. She hoped that Ryder would be along soon, as dances alone were pretty dull. Sure, she loved dancing, but it was supposed to be a social affair.
Rosalie seated herself at an empty table, and pulled her long auburn hair over her shoulder. She had worked her waist lenght hair into one thick curl, and tied it in a ponytail with a gold satin ribbon. It wasn't a color she often wore, but she was trilled by the choice today. The only jewelry she wore was a necklace. The necklace has a delicate gold chain, with a pearl attached every few inches.
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“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”
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