[color=plum][h3]Laurel[/h3][/color]
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Laurel giggled a bit as she opened Kiara's closet door, "[color=plum]Just hold the front up and I'll lace it for you.[/color]" After she finished opening the door she stood behind the Faerie and pulled the lace just snug enough so that the dress would stay in place but so as not to strangle Kiara. The Faerie was ethereal in the dress her mother had strung together with the help of her pixie fiends who sewed like no one's business. Her's mother's fashion skills were well known but she'd really outdone herself this time.

"[color=plum]Come on, we don't wanna be late for the ball. That would be entirely too cliché.[/color]" Laurel ushered the other girl out the door as she herself gathered herself and composed her face so that if her mother's was there already, if she came at all. Laurel desperately hoped that her mother didn't come and neither did her brother. It would probably be a catastrophe if the both of them showed up at the ball. 

As she made her way to the ballroom Laurel fiddled with her long straight hair, trying hard to compose herself for if her mother was waiting on the other side of the large set of wooden doors. Unfortunately for Laurel her mother's gifts weren't just limited to fashion, they also allowed her to find anything she set her mind to look for, including her children. Laurel paused before entered the ballroom which was decorated lavishly but with style and class. It was honestly quite spectacular.