The night was cold, thunder rumbling in the cloudy skies, rain spattered on the litted windows and the street lights flickered in rhythm as people were talking and laughing while a grand soirée was being planned.
"Looks like tonight is going to go perfectly well! Pacifica, where are you." A fine tall gentleman spoke while looking around his mansion for his only child, "I'm coming father. I'm just, getting ready." A shadow of a young girl descended from the carpeted staircase, revealing a beautiful young girl wearing a sea foam green dress and wearing a smile as she did a curtsey.
"Pacifica Northwest. What on earth are you are supposed to be wearing lake foam not sea foam! Go back upstairs and change this instant!"