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Off White Frosting and Pale Pink Writing

The dress was floor length and sleeveless. It was the prettiest shade of pale blue I had ever seen. I was begining to notice how vibrant colors were here.

The maid handed me the dress and hurried to close the blinds. Soon, I was in the dress and the maid was putting a diamond necklace around my neck.

When I was ready the maid led me a different way back to the party. “Wait here.” She whispered, and slipped through a door. Minutes later she was back again. “Good luck, My Lady!” She said as she disapeared again.

I took a deep breath and began to move towards the door. Just as I had reached it, it was flung open from the other side. I blinked as bright lights flooded my face. I took another step forward and all eyes turned to me. Slowly I desended the stairs before me. At the bottom, Blake was there waiting for me. He took me by my arm and led me to the Thrones.

A cake sat there with off white frosting and pale pink writing.

“Happy Birthday Aea!” Blake cried.
“Happy Brithday!” The crowd echoed.

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