Destiny may have felt confident and graceful before the Halloween ball, but now it dissipated. Her mask made of smooth wood painted to look like a woodland sprite seemed inferior to the others made of gold and precious stones. Her gown was darker than the others, and also green. No one wears green anymore. The other women held their burdensome hair as if it didnâ€™t drag them down. They were picture perfect, from their silver tipped dancing shoes up to their daintily painted faces.<br/><br/>Chasing the thoughts out with a small shake, she turned her face to her escort. â€œDo I look okay, Brian?â€ she asked worriedly. He looked at her in surprise.<br/><br/>â€œOf course you do, Dessie! What would make you think otherwise?â€ Following her gazes across the expansive area crowded with aristocrats, he laughed out loud. â€œWhat? Youâ€™re afraid you donâ€™t look like an expensive doll?â€ He waggled his blonde eyebrows, invoking a giggle from my lips. Many people turned their astonished masked faces towards us as if we were from another country. All Brian did was wave them off. â€œDolls have no soul Dessie. Remember that.â€