When I get home, mother forces me in a gown and gets her maid to tighten the straps on my waist, making them tighten it until I can barely breath. Sighing when done, they curl my hair and pick out my shoes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Father sends me away to prepare for the celebration ball, finishing things up. I head into the house and allow my mother to mess with me until presentable, my black hair tied back with a thin string and my clothes new for the occasion.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We get there and I step out, walking in with my family before sitting in the corner by one of the tables, and letting them mingle as I hum to the music.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Upon our arrival, I help Mother out of the carriage and follow her and Father into the building. They go off to speak with some political figure, and I catch sight of Isabel. Not sure what else to do, I walk over to her and ask to sit to her right.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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