
Her Dress))
Eterna Esperanca Eterna arrived at the ball and immediately went to a remote corner of the room and sat, pulling her dress under her. She had fishtailed her hair back, as usual, and looked for Lukas, although she wasn't too excited. She looked down, wishing she could have worn flats, these heels were killing her, and, though she could dance well, didn't want to break an ankle while spinning around in the bloody things. Eterna sighed, after finding his face up against the wall, and went over to him.
She looked at him, and, feeling all too nervous, she spoke. "Look. I'm sorry about what I said. I'm just not really all that into the whole marriage idea." She shook her head, and continued. "However, I don't think it was all that nice of you to call me an idiot. Although, you had every right to at the time. We don't have to like each other. We really don't. And honestly, given the circumstances, I can understand you hating me."
Eterna gained her confidence. "So. Do you want to start over, this time with a little more niceness on my part?"