School dances weren't really her thing, the after parties were. But since returning to the Academy, Rose matured. She had to take care of Lissa, and she couldn't disappoint Dimitri.
So this year all she was going to do was go to the dance.
She rummaged through her closet looking for that dress..
There was a thundering knock on the door.
"ROSE! OPEN THE DOOR!"
She ran and opened it and saw Lissa. Jumping up and down. With a hair curler.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!" Lissa squealed.
"Lis.. It's just a school dance. We've been to these a million times. Well... you have." Rose smiled mischievously.
"I know but this is our last one. So sit down! I need to curl your hair!"
Rose rolled her eyes but sat down, nothing brought out the beast in Lissa quite like fancy hair-do's.
Lissa took forever, and then some, but Rose waited, slightly scared of her bubbly, talkative best friend, who currently wielded a hot curling iron.
When Lissa was done, Rose looked in the mirror, saw wonderful curls with strands pinned up to keep her hair out of her face, she loved it.
She went back to her closet, finally found that dress.
"That dress?" Lissa stared.
"Yes Lis, this dress." Rose flashed her man-eater smile.
That dress, was Lissa's birthday present for Rose the previous year, but this was the first occasion Rose could wear it.
She put it on, put on some black heels, and was ready to go.
She and Lissa made their way to the hall where the dance was when Lissa and Rose ran into Dimitri.
"Oh hi, Guardian Belikov!" Lissa waved, a brilliant smile lighting up her face.
"Yeah, hi, Guardian Belikov." Rose smirked.
Normally he would've given her a stern glance, partly because he was her mentor, and partly because he grew fond of her calling him Comrade, though he would never let her know that.
But right now, Dimitri couldn't reply at all. He was awe-struck with Rose.
He knew fully that the dress she was wearing, short, red, and of silk, would definitely not pass school's regulation protocol.
But looking at her, he didn't care.
