'If I take your hand under the full moon, and dance with you till the night kisses our cheeks Goodbye, would you stay till the Morning, cast its golden lights upon our head?..'
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Belladonna screamed out as she stared at her reflection, "I look entirely different!."
She held her hair, "Where is my beautiful Golden Locks," Falling on the floor, another wail left her throat, "Oh Mother, If you can hear me, I'm Sorry."
Vlad dropped the small container of dye, "I used it sparingly," He said, lifting her up, "It can be easily removed with some water. Let not a drop touch your hair, or else, all your secrets would be revealed. And you know what that means..."
Belladonna nodded, lazily. "But," She added, "It's Winter, raindrops don't fall during Winter... Does it?.."
"Yes, it does. Now, I think it would be best to get ready, and swiftly let an ear or five, hear out and know you had left for the Ball invitation."
