<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTaFGVuWSFe-dXEMiLE5oyGzOM0AX68wItcZEG1b62CFOnFIm4hog)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Annabelle<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Ballgown (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f5/5d/bf/f55dbfa6eedd70bcfebf5fe02bd1b96a.jpg)<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>5:00pm 27th October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Ball begining.<br/><br/>"Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip!" Despite Annabelle's mantra to herself the girl had plastered herself to the wall one hand sliding along it to maintain balance the other holding up the side of her dress. Well attempting to hold onto her dress. There were so many layers to this thing! Why, why had Mabelle insisted that this was the dress for her! She walked slowly towards the double doors that were opened majestically by a butler. Her name rang out as she stepped away from the wall and into the dazzling light of the ballroom.<br/><br/>Annabelle had arranged to meet Hermes there but the girl didn't look around for him immediately. Instead she viewed her options. Annabelle greatfully noticed the lack of stairs and after bobbing a rather wobbled curtsy to the room she slid towards the nearest wall, and because Annabelle hadn't been looking where she was going she bumped right into her best friend! Annabelle wobbled alarmingly on the heels (another purchase to be blamed on Mabelle) and stumbled backwards slightly. Luckily her layers of puffy silk came to her rescue and she sort of flumped into a meringue type appearance. "Steady on the port bow!" She cried out with a chuckle.