Amelia's gown fell around her as she stood up from the vanity table. It was a gorgeous black dress decorated with red flowers in an asymmetric pattern and far to much lace. She grumbled feeling the underlayers fall around her as well. Why in the world did dresses need so many layers? Resisting the urge to adjust her corset breast cup after all the hard work her servants had done, Amelia took the mask from her hand maiden. It was red, black, and asymmetric just like the dress. And of course, covered in too much lace and frill.

"Time to make my appearance." She sighed. Her blonde curls had been tightly pinned up to the back of her head to add to the appearance of being a porcelain doll. She took a deep breath and quickly moved from the readying room to the entrance room behind the dais. Her hand rested on the curtain. She hated this frill and fancy, and she could already hear the ball picking up on the other side of the curtain. Her parents were likely already on the dais getting ready to display her in the hopes that she would find someone she would willingly marry for the betterment of the kingdom.

Amelia took a deep breath and let it out, slowly calming her inner frustrations, letting a refined smile brighten her colored lips. She pushed the curtain open and walked to the front of the dais to make her appearance to the guests.