<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTaFGVuWSFe-dXEMiLE5oyGzOM0AX68wItcZEG1b62CFOnFIm4hog)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Annabelle<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>cafeteria<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>open, Hermes mentioning Mabelle<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Annabelle grinned, while she had a rather acceptable singing voice if she said so herself she most defiantly had two off feet. "I'll just try not to stand on your toes!, As to dress I think the information about it said formal wear?" She responded smiling the second half of her sentace was address to Mabelle, after all out of all the girls she was bound to know some more about what was going to go down at the ball.<br/><br/>She would have to speak to her friend about going on an emergency shopping trip asap, the young woman imagined the princesses had already chosen and had their outfits tailored but Annabelle was a last minute kinda girl, and she didn't wear dresses very often she grumbled inwardly about having to clamber into a potentially tight fitting dress!<em>Holy mackerel! She really hopped Mabelle wouldn't choose anything to <strong>lacy</strong></em>she shuddered at the thought, turning her attention to the remains of her breakfast, namely the much savoured cinnamon bun, she tore a piece of and quickly bit into it.