Hey Guys! Another quick update! Just a quick question, have any of you guys heard about the dress colours controversy yet? I personally think it's gold and white but I'd love to hear what you guys think! Ok, hope you enjoy this chapter!

(I'd also like to thank my beta real quick! Thanks girl!)

Previously;

Walking out the store with suitcases stacked inside each other, I couldn't stop admiring my new handbag. It was a really trivial item, and a luxury I didn't need, but it signified something much more for me. This piece of leather reminded me that I was a regular girl, and I wanted regular things. In that moment, I wasn't the girl destined to protect her best friend for life. I was a girl, whose boyfriend had just bought she wanted. And it felt great.

"What else do we do?"

"Ice cream. And doughnuts, lots." Dimitri laughed and looped his arm around my neck, pulling me close to him.

"Then ice cream and doughnuts it is, for my beautiful girlfriend." Dimitri's voice kind of trailed off and was quieter as the sentence went on. I looked up at him to see what the problem was. A frown was making its way onto his face and his eyes were sort of distant.

"What's wrong, comrade?"

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Nothing, milaya. Let's go get you that ice cream."

"And doughnuts." He rolled his eyes at me but the worried look was still in his eyes. I decided to leave it alone for now. But before I did, I watched him slip a causal hand into his pocket and…roll around an object?

My last day at the Academy. It was very bittersweet. "I'd never thought I'd say this in a million years but, I think I'm going to miss this place." I said as Lissa and I walked arm in arm, throughout the school.

I woke up this morning, and for the first time, I didn't have any morning sickness, pains or aches or anything negative that came with the pregnancy. I looked in the mirror and still couldn't believe that I was 6 months pregnant and I might be giving birth in a few weeks.

"Okay babies, please be good for mommy today," I whispered to them as I rubbed a soothing hand over my belly. They responded with two very strong kicks and it brought a smile to my face.

I then, met up with Lissa and we began our stroll down memory lane in the primary campus. "I remember when I first got dropped off here." I said as we stood in front of the kindergarten doors. "My mother didn't even do it herself."

"Rose." Lissa chastised. "You know that she was doing her best."

"Yeah, yeah." We opened the doors and walked inside. Nothing had changed, it was all the same. The little desks were arranged in the same formation, the hooks for backpacks and jackets were in the same place, the teacher's desk, everything.

My legs moved like they were on autopilot, taking me to a seat in the second row of the class. I placed my hand down on the desk, a smile coming to my face. Lissa had joined me, standing next to the desk beside me. "Remember when I chucked a book at our teacher and called her a fascist bastard?"

Lissa laughed. "Making five year olds spell Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway was pretty stupid."

"That it was, my dear." I linked my arm around her neck. "Come, we've got more places to go visit."

And that was basically how our morning went. When we came back in the afternoon, it was nice to fall back into our old ways. Lissa came over to the cabin carrying a huge bag and a small suitcase. It was time for graduation.

We both set about it. First, I took a quicker shower, and Lissa did the same. Standing in the bedroom, in nothing but our towels and undies, Lissa opened her kit.

"Ok, you first." She squealed. I rolled my eyes and consented, sitting down on the vanity chair, facing her. What felt like hours later, I was told that I could look in the mirror. I fell in love with myself. I'd always known that I had a beautiful face, but Lissa accentuated my features, giving me an edgier, sexy feel.

My lips were a bright red, the color of cherries, and shiny as hell. My eyes were the most magnificent shade of gold, bringing out the brown of my eyes perfectly. And the eyeliner was winged, but only to a touch, and my lashes were lush and long, coated by a generous use of mascara.

"Ooh, Liss, I love it!" I stood up and pouted, making my eyes go all wide. I smiled. Dimitri was going to go wild. I couldn't wait. "Okay, missy, your turn." I gently pushed her into the chair and began working on her face.

My first choice was a green colour palate, to make her eyes pop. I scanned the kit for a light green but not to pale, I wanted something subtle yet something bold. I was going for a sophisticated, kind of angelic look which best described Lissa. A far contrast to my 'devil' looks.

But as I stopped on the pink, I immediately knew I had to use that one. I quickly picked it up, along with a darker shade and a white. I was going to go all out. I brushed from darkest to lightest on top of each other, blending when needed for that smoky look. I opted for only a then swipe of eye liner and a few brushes of mascara, lying easy. Her eyes itself were the only adornment she really needed. I choose to accentuate her features, giving the illusion that her cheekbones were raised and her lips were fuller than they really were. I didn't bother with any foundation or any of the kind because her skin was flawless, as ever.

I spun the chair around, "Okay, you can look now."

"Oh, Rose," she stared at herself, not believing it was really her. "It's so beautiful." She smiled.

"Hair time," I said, rubbing my hands together. "Sit back down." In the end, I left Lissa's hair mostly natural, just curling the strands a bit to give her that beach wave look. I deep parted her hair on the left, and threw most of it over her right shoulder.

Lissa decided that I should have an up do, nothing too fancy, and something easy for me to loosen for later tonight when Dimitri would be mine. I didn't know what she did, but she tightened a loose, knotted bun with only a few pins. It was relaxed, and strands were left out, framing my face nicely.

"We only have an hour left, so let's get into our dresses." I nodded and went for the closet, taking out a hanger with a bag over it. As I removed the bag, I still couldn't believe my luck at it. It was one of those dresses made just for me, and the best part was that, it would hide my huge stomach.

I unzipped the back and Lissa held it open for me while I took a step inside. She fastened the zipper and I turned to look at myself. It was really stunning. It was black velvet, and had an empire waist. It was sleeveless but still had straps and it came just below my knee. The dress itself was pretty simplistic, but it was beautiful and sexy at the same time, and that's what called to me. I smoothed down the full skirt and twirled around, smiling.

Then, I helped Lissa into hers. Lissa chose to go with a pretty in pink a-line dress that stopped above her knee. It was white and had thin straps and it was covered with sparkles. The top half, the chest area, was nothing but shiny silver sequins. The waist line had a beaded design that went in diagonally vertical lines, and as the dress went down, the sequins grew sparser. It was fit for a princess. Keeping with the same theme, Lissa stepped into silver winged sandals that were about 7 inches high by Giuseppe Zanotti.

I choose to go with simple black heels that had quite a bit of heel, 5 inches, which I was sure I would pay for later, with a thin strap around the ankle and opened footed, save for the closed toe. I slipped on a big bangle, with thick black and white vertical stripes adorning it and a gold statement necklace. Lissa chose to forgo a necklace, saying it'd be too much sparkle and shine and I agreed. Instead, she chose to wear a singular bracelet, a diamond one that Christian had given her. It was silver and simplistic, the perfect contrast to the busyness that underwent on her dress.

We were done, save for one thing. I walked into my closet and took out the 2 items of clothing that had haunted me for the past week. Our graduation gowns. They were a horrible shade of maroon and I looked hideous in it. I handed Lissa hers and we reluctantly slipped them on. Thank God we only had to wear them for the ceremony. Lissa and I grabbed our clutches and we on our way.


There were thousands of people here, and I was not joking. The Academy had decided to hold an outdoor ceremony this year and air and water users were manipulating the sky into the perfect backdrop. We were approaching sunset, which was extremely late for Moroi, but everybody had switched their sleep schedule last night in order to have the perfect day.

There were probably about 300 hundred students graduating, maybe more, and everyone's parents and whatever relatives had come to celebrate with us. Lissa and I met Christian over on the other side, and saw him talking with a woman, who looked like a female version of him, save for the mar down the side of her face. She was really beautiful with long black hair and icy blue eyes.

"Hi, Lissa, it's always so nice to see you." The lady and Lissa embraced. Then she turned to me. "And you must be Rose Hathaway."

I nodded slightly, confused as to who this woman was. I'd never met her before; I'm pretty sure I couldn't forget a face like hers. She laughed. "It seems that I've left my manners at home, I'm Tasha Ozera, Christian's aunt. I've heard so much about you."

"I hope that it's all good things," I said, raising a brow at Christian before turning back to Tasha. "You guys look so, wow, the resemblance is startling." I returned her hug.

She pulled back and looked over me, her face in a huge smile. "Hey, stranger." She said.

"Hey, Tasha," I heard that voice and immediately turned around, seeing that Dimitri had made his way over to us. This Tasha lady pushed past me a little bit and moved towards Dimitri, throwing her arms around him. I raised my eyebrows and faced Dimitri, who apologetically smiled and untangled himself.

"I haven't seen you in forever, Dimka! We need to catch up!" Tasha said, standing a bit too close to him for my liking.

"Of course, Tasha." He turned to me. "Have you met my student, Rose?"

Tasha smiled. I didn't like it. "Yes, right before you graced us with your presence."

"Well, we should all take our seats, the ceremony is about to start." Dimitri said, always on time.

As Christian, Lissa and Tasha fell into step, Dimitri and I lingered behind the Moroi. "What's the deal with you and 'Tasha'?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"She's an old friend."

"Friend my foot, did you see the way she threw herself all over you? It's clear that she wants something more than a friend." I snapped, under my breath.

"Is that jealously I hear?"

I shrugged my shoulders, like it was nothing. "I'm just looking out for you, comrade. You never know what hoe is out there trying to steal you away from your baby mama."

Dimitri laughed and stopped us, resting his hand on my shoulders. He clucked his tongue and said, "Roza, Roza, Roza, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm not going anywhere and no one is certainly going to pull me away from you. So, get those thoughts out of your beautiful head and go graduate." He smiled, a full one, and slapped my butt.

While I moved over to the seats of the graduating class, Dimitri and all the other guardians lined up on the borders of the ceremony, keeping watch. Dimitri took his place next to my mother? and started chatting animatedly with her.

Weird. I shook my head and kept walking, but I was stopped. Adrian stood in front of me, looking down. "Hey, little dhampir, nice robes." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be passed out in your room?"

Adrian laughed. It was such a contrast to Dimitri's, but it still brought a smile to my face. "Well, I managed to sober up enough to watch my friends walk up on stage and get a piece of useless paper. I think I might've been robbed."

We continued to chat, until we were intercepted by none other than Jesse and his gang. I ignored and was able to walk about three steps before a hand was laid on my shoulder. "Hey Jesse, get you hand off my shoulder before I rip it off." I said, putting as much sugar into my voice as I could.

"Hey, Ivashkov, got a feisty one here." He said, removing his hand.

"Shut up." I grabbed Adrian's hand and pushed past them. "Go suck on it."

"I bet you did," Jesse snickered, his followers mimicking their leader. "How was it, Ivashkov? That tight little mouth-"

"Fuck off, asshole."

He ignored Adrian and turned to me. "So, Rose, I've finally figured out why you were gone for those two weeks."

"Oh yeah? Maybe its cause your face was making me sick and I had enough of it. C'mon Adrian," I said, walking away but his next words made me halt.

"Who's the daddy, Rose? Twenty bucks that it's Ivashkov. Ralf here doesn't believe me, do you Ralf?"

"That hoe wouldn't even know, she whores around so much that it could be anyone's." Jesse and Ralf laughed.

They didn't even see the fist coming at their faces. I packed as much punch as I could and god, it hurt. No matter how much their words made me want to curl up in a ball and cry, I refused to even let them see the smallest part of me affected.

As fast as my feet could take me, I walked over to the shade of the nearest tree and hid behind it. I blinked furiously, trying to stop the tears from pouring out. I was so mad, and punching their weak, brittle Moroi faces didn't help with the anger. I needed something harder, something that could crack and I wouldn't regret it.

I balled my hand up and it flew straight for the tree. I felt the pain moments after. My hand was burning as I was sure I'd broken all the bones. That pain traveled up my arm and set it on fire.

"Fuck," I whispered, clutching my arm and sinking down to the ground, leaning against the hard trunk.

"Rose," I heard Adrian's worried voice and a second later, he was kneeled beside me, grabbing my broken hand in his. I felt the magic work.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this stupid day over with."

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