HANNAH’S POV:
THE NIGHT OF THE BALL:
I stood in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet, holding my breath as the final clasp of my dress was secured. The gown shimmered and I was impressed at the detailed work of the new intern, Freda. She was so excited when I told her I loved the dress. It was deep emerald green, satin, floor-length with a high slit that teased just above the knee. One shoulder bare, the other joined with delicate silver embroidery that reminded me of falling leaves. It was stunning. Not loud, not overdone just quietly powerful. Like I had become.
The hairstylist and make up artist had just completed their work and scurried out the room, with complimenting my facial features and my soft brown long hair. I felt beautiful, and all while they worked, Amelia was reading a book on her iPad while Andrew was busy watching a show on my bed.
They had curled Amelia’s hair and since she was already dressed like a mini version of me except hers was a flare gown, she was just so in love with herself as she stared at the mirror repeatedly. I had approved the make up artist adorning her with glitters around her eyelid and a pink lipgloss on her lips. She looked perfect for her age. 1
Andrew, on the other hand, was in a new tuxedo with a bow tie looking very charming with his hair slicked back like Lucas’.
As soon as I stepped back into their eyesight, and asked, “So what do you two think?” Kids were always brutally honest so I loved hearing them and their opinions.
Amelia gasped and rose up from the bed walking towards me in amazement. “Mummy! You look like a princess.” Andrew also added seriously just staring at me with the same look Amelia had on her face, “No… a queen.”
I’d hugged them both tightly and kissed them on their foreheads. “Thank you my loves. You are the real prince and princess!”
I took a moment to stare at my reflection as this wasn’t just any random ball but a ball organized by the party we were supposed to enter into a partnership with. I barely knew anything about them and first impressions matter especially as a designer. This wasn’t a costume. This was me now. Sharp, calm, and elegant. And everyone was slowly realizing that and no one throws around a billion if they don’t see potential in the CEO.
“Come on, we have to get going now.” I told them after applying the perfume on myself and the kids.

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