After her sparring session with Caleb, Ashleigh had gone back to her room to prepare herself for the evening festivities. She had taken a long shower and used the oils they had provided to moisturize her skin.
She closed her eyes and sniffed at her wrist; the oil had a sweet but delicate smell. Like brown sugar and figs. Ashleigh opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her dress was a deep cobalt blue, off-the-shoulder neckline with long sleeves that tied to her middle finger. A dropped waist accentuated her hips with a black leather corset belt. The rest of the dress flowed to the ground gracefully.
She had styled her hair, sticking to a loose braid, but adorning it with a few white and blue flower hairpins throughout.
A touch of eyeliner and shadow, just enough to accentuate her hazel eyes. Her lips were properly plumped and tinted.
All in all, she had to admit to herself that she looked quite lovely.
