Chapter Seven

ANGELINA'S POV:

As I entered the ballroom I was blinded by the glistening chandeliers hung high upon the large ceiling. The ballroom was alight with candles, the small flames flickered and danced to the cheerful music. People dressed in all the pomp and glamour fit for royalty. The ladie's gowns were shimmering in an array of colour, they were alike to swans in their movements and peacocks in their attitude. The men all stood proudly, conversing with said females or fellow male companions. 

Suddenly silence enveloped the room as all eyes turned towards me, I heard gasps followed by murmuring and silent whispers, too quiet for me to catch on to anything they may have been saying about me. My nerves that initially relaxed upon entering the ballroom suddenly skyrocketed to the point where I felt sick and dizzy. I tryed to remain calm and poised however and followed my mother obediently, ignoring the jealous and awe-stricken glances given my way.

Mother