A/N- This is just a story idea that popped into my head. Th eplot is that Emily is a young girl looking for a suitor. This story will continue until a little after her wedding.
Emily looked down at her gown. It was a blue satin gown with little ruffles at the bottom and a halter type top. Her hair was put up in an extravagant manner made up of braids and twisties.
She was sixteen and at her Debutante Ball. Her father was there and Emily was in high hopes of finding a suitor for herself.
"Everybody get ready. We have five minutes until we start." a lady with dirty-blonde hair and a gorgeous dark red dress on said.
"Hello Emily." said a brown-haired girl coming over to her.
This was Marsha Shental. She had been and was most likely to always be Emily's worst enemy.
"Hello Marsha. You look stunning in that yellow dress. To bad your slip is showing." Emily said in a fake cheerful voice.
"Why thanks for the warning Emily. You look quite nice yourself. To bad all the boys here aren't looking for a girl who's dress look's like a hooker's outfit." Marsha replied in the same tone Emily had used.
"Well that is too bad because that is exactly what your dress looks like." Emily said walking away.
"Girls it is time to line up!"said the same lady who had come in earlier.
They all got lined up in alphabetical order. Emily was just a few people behind Marsha. They all started walking while an announcer said their name.
"Hanna Adekas"
"Molly Harper"
"Milly Harper"
And so on until they got to Marsha.
"Marsha Shental"
Marsha was making her way down the stairs when all of the sudden she stepped on the front of her dress and fell down the stairs three at a time.