The big day of the dance finally arrived and there was no way to contain the amount of excitement that filled my heart. I threw my feet off the bed with haste, rushing over to awake a sleeping Dafnie.
"Hey." I whispered, shaking her slightly. "Today is transformation day."
She turned to face me with half opened sleep deprived eye and then she lightly chuckled, which was the expected effect, since whole week, we were joking around that today we'll see many ugly ducklings look like swans for the first time.
She slowly sat up, but then her eyebrows dipped and she released a faint groan.
"What's it?" I asked with grave concern, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.
"My head... It hurts." She groaned in a whisper, gently rubbing her temple.
My countenance fell. "Maybe you should rest
