So yesterday my crush said me and my twin were part of his squad and I know that doesn't sound like a big deal but...YYYEEEESSSSS! He has sandy colored hair and always wears flat bill hats. Anyway, BE JEALOUS! kidding. Oh and thank you twinkletoestbh for liking my A/N. And he now knows my name but calls me my nickname, Bub, which is really embarrassing cause i don't like him anymore. Guys, the struggle's real.

Rowan's P.O.V

It is finally time to get ready for the Ball. Della knows about my ruined dress, and she, too, doesn't believe the story about the fallen lamp. But, she doesn't press. Della leads me to her closet.

"We're about the same size. How 'bout you go through my dresses an pick one out?" She asks me.

I nod my head. "Sure."

"Okay. So I will be in the bathroom getting ready. When you pick one out let me know of you need help putting it on." Della nods once and takes her dress into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her I hear her start to hum.

I chuckle and stride in to her walk-in closet. I gasp at what I see. Dresses, pants, shirts, tunics, and capes are hanging up on hangers. Shoes of every style you can imagine line up underneath them. I walk to where the dresses are, still gazing around. I start to look through Della's dresses, grimacing at some of her choices. I stop at one dress, and the more I look at it the more I fall in love. The bodice is strapless and black with lace on it. And the skirt is full and cream colored. I take it off the rack and hold it against me.

Not risking getting stuck in the dress and I call for Della. She comes out in her yellow dress.

"Ooh, great choice. When did I wear this? Hmm..." Della gasps. "I wore this when I got my matchmaker scroll!"

I glance down at the elegant dress. A little fancy for running an errand. But, whatever.

"Can you help me put it on?" I ask.

"Sure, honey."

Della assists me while I put on the ballgown. She buttons it up in the back.

"Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Please?"

Della laughs and I follow her into the bathroom. She picks out brown eye shadow and gestures for me to close my eyes. She does both my eyelids with the color. Next she puts a darker brown on the back corner of my eye. After a while I finally open my eyes and look in the mirror. I gasp at what I see. After Della put on the eye shadow, she took the eyeliner and made a mild cat eye. Then she put on maroon lipstick, making my teeth look extremely white. Next she put on a little bit of blush.

"Della..." I breathe. "You did an incredible job!"

"Oh, it was nothing. And I haven't even done your hair yet." Della waves off the compliment.

She takes my hair out of it's ponytail. She runs a brush through the tangles. Next she curls it with a strange looking twisty thing. She runs a hand through my hair and arranges the curls. She flips them to the side.

"Hang on. Let me grab something." She runs out of the bathroom and into her closet.

She comes back a minute later with a diamond circlet in her hands. She comes to the front of me and places it around my head. A diamond the shape of a teardrop rest on the middle of my forehead. She takes my hair and lifts it out from under the circlet. She places my hair around the circlet, hiding it from view except for the part on my forehead. I get up from the chair I was sitting on. I kind of squeal and hug Della.

"Thank you so much, Della!"

"No problem, sweetie. My pleasure."

Biana comes in then, wearing a red, ruffled dress. Her hair was in a braided crown with ringlets framing her face.

"You look pretty, Biana," I compliment.

She gives me a (genuine?) smile. "Thanks, you too."

"Okay,girls. The men are downstairs waiting and the others are meeting us there. Now get your shoes," Della instructs.

I go into my room and grab my combat boots. No way am I wearing heels. I do the usual with my dagger and boots. After I lace them up I let go of my dress skirt. It poofs out and falls to the floor, covering my booted feet. I clunk to the door and meet Biana there.

"Look, Biana. Tonight's supposed to be fun and I really don't want to fight. So can we put our attitudes aside and be friends?" I ask her. I feel like I'm crossing the line but Biana smiles.

"Fine, Rowan. But I can't make any promises for tomorrow." Biana grins and I grin back.

We make our way down the stairs. I feel my dagger shift in my boot and I shake my foot, righting it. I step down but miss the step. I curse and pitch forward but catch myself on the railing. I step off the last step to find a laughing Fitz.

"Oh, shut up." I punch his shoulder and he stops laughing.

"You look great," he says, a blush appearing on his face.

"Thanks ,you too. But your tie is not tied right," I answer.

"What? Dang it, I thought I had it," he mumbles, starting to fix it.

"No, you still not doing it right. Here, let me." I take his his tie and start to untie it. I look up for a moment and see Fitz looking at me. I blush. I finish tying it and step back.

"There."

"Thanks, Rowan."

I turn to stand by Fitz and find Alden complimenting Della. I smile at the way she blushes like a teenager.

"Everyone ready?" Alden asks a moment later.

We all nod and head to the leapmaster.

"Atlantis!" Alden shouts. A crystal comes down and creates a beam of light. We step into it and let the light carry us away.

So hey. I'm supposed to be at church but my stomach is weird so i am home writing for you guys. I hoped you liked it. TILL NEXT CHAPTER!