POV (ABELIA)
It was hard to fathom what I was looking at, as I stared into the vanity mirror. After five hours of every part of me being scrubbed cleaned and my hair being pulled and twisted in many different directions the person looking back at me did not look like a 16 year old child, but a queen. Her pale creamy complexion glowed, due to the many lotions and masks she had been ordered to wear. While her cheeks had been lightly dusted with a very faint hint of blush, that brought a warmth to her face. Her eyes needed nothing but a thin veil of black mascara on her eye lashes, for there was no need to use eye liner, when her golden eyes were powerful on their own. Her lips had been painted with a small smear of gloss, since they had a natural rosy hue, and her hair had been gently
