Arabella opened her eyes to the first rays of sunlight that had graced her skin. The tightness that restrained her movements prompted her to look down at herself, only to note that the green gown she'd picked for the previous day still wrapped her body.
A loud sigh of relief escaped her upon clasping a hand around her pendant after realizing it was nowhere on the nightstand by the bed.
The memories of the night before resisted her call, allowing her mind to wander and stray, with free reign to theorize on what must had happened for her to end up in such a state.
The face that stared back at her from the bathroom mirror was a well-rested one, somewhat pleasant to admire.
The young woman picked a different gown but mourned the comfort of the one she had to leave behind.
