Sabrina's POV

I tried to stay still as Granny adjusted the dress that Moth had given Puck to give for me. She still refuses to talk to me but I think that I should be the one not talking to her.

The dress was a white evening gown with grey or silver rhinestones along the chest area and along the bottom. It was also strapless which really annoyed me. Granny had already styled my hair into a messy bun with loose curls falling from it after I had spent two hours with my head dunked under water trying to get the pink out. There were still faint lines but Granny said that it went along well with the dress.

About a half hour later I had the dress, heels and about a pound of makeup on my face form Daphne's doing.

I went into the kitchen where I met Puck who snickered when I entered.

"Do you have something to say," I asked.

He smiled," Why are you wearing so much makeup?"

I was ready to respond with a witty come back but he took his sleeve and started smudging the makeup.

"What the hell are you doing," I shouted through the sleeve that smelled of grass and pine.

"Taking that junk off. Go to your bathroom."

I followed his orders and he followed going to Daphne's room for a second and grabbing her makeup pouch on the way.

First, he took the rainbow of colors off my face with some odd liquid thing, and then came towards me with what Daphne had called "liquid eyeliner" earlier. After he was done with it, he put it in the pouch, and closed it.

"Wait, that's it?" I asked.

He nodded," I've been telling you this for years, Sabrina. You are naturally pretty and you don't need tons of make up to show it."

Then he left.

I turned to the mirror and saw that Puck was right. I looked even better with just the eyeliner than I had with the concealer, eyeliner, and eye shadow.

He had even put wings on the sides of my eyes.

Where the heck had Puck even learned how to put on makeup?

As soon as I stepped out of my room, Granny grabbed me and pulled me to the car where Uncle Jake sat in the front seat.

"What's up, girl?"

I smiled.

We drove for what felt like hours. Or maybe it was just my nervousness making the time go by slow. I had no idea where we were going until Uncle Jake pulled up to a large brownish estate that I recognized as King Oberon's smaller mansion. The one that he used for things that weren't as important as his festive balls.

"This," Uncle Jake said, "is where your sister is throwing your party. And its packed to the brim."

I gulped.