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The days leading up to the Welcoming Ball were hectic. Vivians [url=https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/ZHA1WXwOK7QVC-tzzVYen_sBQA8/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2013/01/02/3/192/1922283/1658f504aa0d69d5_159187379_10/i/Ashley-Rickards.jpg]dress[/url] had to be chosen, as well as [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0056/9543/8911/products/off-the-shoulder-beaded-prom-dresses-navy-blue-long-prom-dresses-apd3420-5_1024x1024.jpg?v=1572177235]Ravens dress[/url]. Color codes had to be coordinated for decorations. A five day long argument over flowers that resulted in no flowers at all had occurred, and Raven still didn't appreciate all of the yelling her sister did when she suggested that they go with red and white bouquets of roses. 

"They don't look as pretty as [i]sunflowers[/i] and roses!" Vivian had said, balling her fists at her side like a two year old. 

[color=8CFF88]"They don't go with the [i]freaking color plan,[/i] Viv,"[/color] Raven had shouted back twice as loud, slamming the gigantic binder of plans on the table in front of her sister. [color=8CFF88]If you wanted to plan everything yourself, then all you had to do was say something."[/color] After that moment, Vivian [i]finally[/i] left Raven alone to work her magic. 

The final hours leading up to the ball, Raven was downstairs doing her best to make sure everything was in place. Maids, interior decorators and any one else that the royal family could spare was in the ballroom helping. The majority of the tables had been pushed to the back of the ballroom. The round tables had been draped in red and white silk table cloths - the colors alternating every other table. There were six chairs placed at each table for people to sit and eat. The round tables lining the left wall would be holding the food for the night as the chefs alternated the empty dishes with new ones. It was set up buffet style, and waiters had been hired for the evening to fill glasses for the attendees. The royal chefs had prepared all different sorts of foods for tonight's festivities. Tacos, BBQ, apple pie, cakes, soups, stews - if you could name it, you could probably find it on one of the tables. The food had also been organized so that appetizers came before entrees and so on. 

Once she was sure that everything was good to go with the food prep, Raven moved on to making sure the chandeliers were spotless for the night. The windows had been cleaned, and the floor mopped and polished repeatedly. Raven wanted this to be a night that her guests would remember - hopefully in a good way. Getting so caught up in the preparations, Raven had hardly noticed the time until her mother informed her that she needed to get herself prepared for the ball. As soon as the Queen gave the world, her daughter was forced upstairs to her room in order to shower and change. 

Normally Raven would insist on getting herself ready. However, the days leading up to tonight were stressful, and the young royal was more than happy to be assisted in prepping herself. Once her dress was on, and her [url=http://pophaircuts.com/images/2014/06/French-Braid-Bun-Ideas-Side-Updo-Hairstyles.jpg]hair styled,[/url] Ravens makeup was done simply for the night. A nude colored lipstick, mascara, light eyeliner... the only thing that was missing were her fishnet tights which she slipped on under her dress despite her attendants' protests. Settling on a pair of [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0904/4410/products/sexy-cross-strap-high-heeled-shoes-daisy-dress-for-less-1410175631391.jpg?v=1537422077] strapy red pumps[/url] for the evening, Raven took one look out the window as the cars started to arrive. At the end of the walkway to the castle entrance was where they would meet handfuls of other attendants' to unload their luggage to take it through the back doors and up to their assigned rooms. When the ball ended, the guests would find their names written on a sheet of paper and stuck to one of the various doors upstairs. It wasn't the best system, but then again it [i]was[/i] Vivians suggestion. 

Making her way downstairs once again, Raven took her place at the entrance to the ballroom beside her parents as she crossed her hands in front of her. 

[color=8CFF88]"Where's Vivian?"[/color]

"She's already inside with the other guests," the King replied. 

Raven only nodded her head in recognition to what her father had said. Best to focus on the task at hand and not the fact that her sister didn't even have the courtesy to give the guests a proper welcome. Plastering a smile on her face as the guests began to arrive, Raven shook the hands and began to greet the first of the arrivals. 

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