is,” Stitcher said as if she were offended that Snow questioned her. “Now go away and come back tomorrow for your fittings.”
“Tomorrow?” Snow asked.
“I’m very busy,” Stitcher reiterated. “I can’t have them done today. Now go, shoo, shoo,” she said, practically push ing them out the door. Snow shook her head. She hadn’t been asking Stitcher to finish them today, she’d only been surprised that Stitcher could have all eight outfits finished by tomorrow. Then again, Stitcher’s tomorrow could be different than Snow’s tomorrow.
*****
Snow and The S even walked the short distance to the castle—or at least it seemed much shorter now that she’d taken the trip a few times. The castle, normally brilliant on its own, was even more glorious lit up for the ball. Candles were placed across the expanse of lawn, giving the impression the stars had fallen from the sky and landed on the Earth. Lanterns lined the walkway to the doorway that spilled yellow light out into the night.
Snow’s stomach tightened as they neared the door. She’d never been to a school dance, let alone anything titled a ball . She could only hope no one expected her to dance and reveal her two left feet. Not that she was in danger of being asked. Other than The Seven who seemed to look upon her as a sister, none of the guys who lived in Fableton had taken an interest in her—maybe because they were almost all taken. She got along well enough with the women, but the men seemed to avoid her.
As she stepped into the castle with her arm linked through Dim’s, she gasped. Almost everything within the castle was blue and silver, lighting up in an ethereal glow in the thousands of candles that lit the interior. The flickering of the candles made it appear that everything was sparkling.
“Wow,” she breathed.
“Awesome, huh?” D im asked, and Snow smiled . Dim loved everyone and everything—except the berries—and was never tiring to hang around. Not like Grouchy who could get on her nerves with his gloomy disposition or Medic who constantly analyzed everything. After living her life with the constant harsh judgments of Katarina, Dim was a nice break.
They were announced by a man at the door who Snow hadn’t met before, as if anyone needed to be announced. Didn’t everyone know everyone? They moved down the wide, curving stairway. Many people turned to stare and Snow felt self-conscious. She supposed it was natural since she was the newest citizen of Fableton —in a very long time, no less.
As they got to the bottom of the stairs, Dim tugged on her arm to get her attention. “Lookie,” he said, turning her to the right. There, Snow found herself faced with a large mirror that started somewhere above her head and ended at the floor. It was the first time she’d seen herself in full in the amazingly lovely creation Stitcher had made.
When Snow had picked up the dress, she’d been astounded . It was far more beautiful than any of the prom dresses she’d ever seen back home. It also had a cut that reminded her of a fairytale p rincess. But now, looking at it in the mirror, she realized she hadn’t given it enough credit.
The ice blue fabric was just sheer enough to give a hint of the sapphire blue beneath. But even better, it caught the light being thrown by the candles and glinting off the colors of the room, turning it into a prism. Dim lifted her hand and spun her in a circle. The dress threw off sparks of light that gave it the appearance of being covered in diamonds. It reminded her strongly of the waterfall, minus the music of course. She laughed, unable to help herself. Luckily it was Dim standing next to her, so he joined in her gleeful laughter without comment or question as to why she laughed.
Another man, dressed the same as the one who announced their arrival and another who Snow didn’t know , came up to them. He bowed and cleared his throat. Snow turned her attention from watching her dress in
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