It only took me foreeeever to post here. D: 300+ words.
Princess Chance was one to spend hours in front of a mirror, coifing and touching everything up just so. That was, of course, on any normal day. This day was something spectacular, and though she knew it was not completely true, she felt that she had spent the entire day preparing for the party. Surprisingly, she had been nervous about coming. She knew that Haven was nervous—he was playing, and though she knew he would do marvelously, she understood why he was worried—but she could not imagine why she would be nervous. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that many of the pack's members did not know that she and Haven were officially mates now. She did not think she had told anyone (or maybe she did, she did not remember), and she did not know how many he had told, but he certainly couldn't have told everyone, could he?
She had seen the outfit that Strelein had made for Haven, and she had done her best to match it when she had gone out hunting for a dress. The end result was not a perfect match, and the dress was a bit dark for the color of his tunic, but the dress had been too lovely for her to pass up. The deep emerald ball gown fit her well, the lace on the back of the bodice shaping her nicely. It was floor length and made of silk, beyond beautiful. Princess had simply had to have the dress, and the pack's anniversary celebration seemed like it would be the absolute perfect occasion to wear it. Her hair was done up in a neat coil atop her ears, several curled locks hanging down to frame her beautiful face. The end result, she believed, was just about perfect, and it was with that attitude that she arrived at the party with Haven. Together, they made a striking pair, the young Chance woman decided.
She gripped her mate's hand tightly, lithe fingers gently brushing the soft fur of his hand. He steered them in the direction of Ruri and Heath, as well as Strelein, and they were quickly joined briefly by a few others. "Hi," she said, voice delicate. "Ruri, you look really pretty," she added, though, she knew the Dauphine would not know what she looked like herself, and would not know what Princess looked like. Still, it was true (even if she did, admittedly, think that her dress was prettier—it was just so elegant and lovely).
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