Never in her life had Viorica felt so stressed yet so light. The night of the prom had arrived and as was expected of the punctual Class President, she had been preparing for it much earlier than she needed to. She had made some last minute arrangements, cleaned the school, set up the decor, ordered the food, prepped the stage, and was now, finally, starting to get herself ready. Walking over to her closet, Viorica took a deep breath of preparation, pulling open the door to reveal her evening attire. A dress she would likely remember wearing for the rest of her days.
The dress fit her form in a stunning manner, lining the curves of her upper body in an innocent elegance. It was a mysterious shade of dark grayish-purple with accents of black and garnished with four shimmering golden buttons on her lower torso and a spiral of matching golden ribbons stretching around the skirt. The skirt reached to her upper thighs in the front and down to her ankles in the back. The edges were ruffles lightly just as the ends of her long, transparent sleeves and hood-like shawl worn behind her shoulders. She completed her prom appearance with a characteristic ribbon tying up her hair and a pair of heeled black ankle boots to match. Adding a little more curl to her hair, some black eyeliner, mascara, and just a pinch of purple and gray eye-shadow to her eyes, everything was complete.
Vio stood in front of her floor length bedroom mirror, letting out a nervous sigh. No matter how long she stared into the mirror, her reflection would never show. On such an important night like this, it caused her great concern. However, seeing as the mirror was technically useless, someone might wonder why she kept such a thing. The answer was simple - it gave her confidence. She was raised on the ideal that every little girl deserved to be raised on: that she was beautiful no matter what anyone else thought of her, and that night, she did feel especially beautiful. So, with a dazzling smile, the Transylvanian hurried to her front door, grabbing a bouquet of black roses along the way.
It was about a half hour before the actual festivities were scheduled to happen that the Class President arrived at the Ballroom. Busy as a bee, she scurried around, fixing decorations, arranging tablecloths, fixing the lights-- everything and anything you could imagine a dedicated Prom Coordinator to be doing. Her black roses were lying on one of the many tables set up in the dining area, the golden ribbon tied around them a sure clue to the identity of who the bustling girl behind the curtain was. If anyone came in unexpectedly, they would know not to disturb her as she finished preparing the dance floor.
Making a last touch, the young vampire plugged in the stereo, instantly beginning a playlist of classical music. Satisfied, she backed away from the stage, placing her hands on her hips to observe the work she had done.
"Ah! Finally! ..It's perfect!" Her ruby eyes gleamed in excitement, only to fade a moment later. She had tired herself out with all the running around, and so, grew faint much too quickly. Her balance shifted, causing her to fall backwards with a whispery groan.
