Emma

I am the queen of the ball, adorned in a floor-length gown of emerald green, sparkling jewelry accentuating my natural beauty. My long black hair cascades down my bare shoulders, parted at the middle, revealing a hint of cleavage. My parted lips curve into a subtle smile, holding a crystal wine glass, I stand on the stairs of my mansion, overlooking the dance floor. The multiple boys and girls around me fade into the background, my eyes captivating those who gaze upon me. My necklace and earrings catch the light, and my tiara sits perfectly on my head, making me feel like royalty. In this moment, I am the center of attention, and nothing else matters.