Larissa POV
I have on the purple dress I picked out when Clara and I went shopping with my mom. I head down the hallway and knock on Clara's door. She opens it and ushers me inside. "You're not dressed yet. Do you need help putting the dress on?" She smiles "no I just didn't want to wrinkle it." I chuckle "it will be fine and you will look beautiful. My brother is going to lose his mind when he sees you in that dress." I help Clara into the sapphire ball gown she chose. She looks like a princess. I pull her hair into a French braid and put light make-up on her face. She really doesn't need any, she is naturally pretty. I turn her so she is facing the full-length mirror. She gasps and I smile. "That can't be me in the mirror" she says in disbelief. "Yes it most certainly is." Sh
