CELESTE
"That's not how you wear it, Celeste." Kyle sighed as she approached me from behind.
I froze in front of the mirror. The gown shimmered under the light, but the strap I had tried to tie was almost slipping off my shoulder.
Kyle's hands worked fast as she adjusted it, pulling the silk across my waist and fastening it neatly. "There. Now it looks like it belongs to you."
"I have never worn something like this." I muttered, glancing down at the layers of pale silver skirts that swept the floor. "I can barely walk."
"That's the point." Kyle said, her lips twitching with a smile she tried to hide. "You are not supposed to run through the halls tonight. You are supposed to glide."
"Glide." I repeated flatly. "Like a swan?"
"Exactly. A beautiful swan." Kyle stepped back, tilting her head as she looked me over.
