Olivia
The ballroom was beautiful, the decoration had been done as I had wished, everything was as it should be, but my heart was in pieces, in tatters, Hero probably won't come to the ball, he didn't even try to apologize to me, or try to explain himself again, although I didn't want to hear anything he had to say .
Mom had had the village seamstress make my dress, it was beautiful, white with flowers embroidered all over the skirt. My hair is tied up in a pretty bun and framed with a wreath of flowers.
- You look beautiful, dear. - said my mother, resting her hands on my shoulders.
- Thank you, Mom. The party looks beautiful.
The guests had already started to arrive, my friend Liana arrived accompanied by her parents, she had a big box in her hands.
- For you, my friend, I hope you like it.
- Thank you, Liana. Come, let's put it together with the others.
- Where is Oliver? - she asked, following me.
- He's probably upstairs getting ready, he's worse than the girls when it comes to vanity.
She laughed.
- That must be why he's so handsome.
She realized what I said aloud and lowered her face, embarrassed.
- He thinks you're beautiful too, I'll have you know.
- That's not true.
- Of course it is, Liana.
- Olivia, it's time for the ball, come on! - my mother called me.
- Come on," I called to Liana. - I called Liana.