Ball Gown
Chapter 1
Evey live in a gray world. She drove a gray little car, and had a gray little job. It was more then a hoary day. Filled with thick drops you couldn't evade. Dull and dark, lacking in cheer Evey look forward-towards a new horizon.
She often found her self staring at her reflection. Soft wavy curls framed her face, petal pink highlights blushed her cheeks, and she found nothing special in it at all. That's what life was like before V. And after.
Until.
She came back.
It took time for the hair to grow. She wouldn't have minded to lose it all again, after all it was a good idea to keep from being discovered. She would never be discovered. To keep her idea alive.
His idea.
Ideas would never die.
She made sure of that. She buttoned up her sweater, and tide the bow on her skirt. She was ready to be like everyone else. And then go and do something they would not expect. She wasn't so sure she was ready either.
Especially after tripping on that cream colored box. The box with the heavy tissue. The box with the dress.
Yet now after flipping over the card addressed to her. She felt an unfamiliar spark in her heart.
TBC
R&R
(A/N): This is only going to be a short two - three chapter fanfiction. I just wanted to explain a connection between Evey and V through a ball gown. A idea that popped up in my head somewhere. The chapters seem very short, but then again so is the message. XD