The Trial I

After a few more minutes alone, I finally come out of the pool. Putting on my white fluffy bathrobe and slippers I walk out of the bath house and move towards my vanity where Elva's already waiting. I take a seat and look up to see my reflection in the mirror in front of me. Wet, damp black hair sticking to my skin, water dripping down the sides of my face as I wipe it off with a towel.

A hairstyle comes to mind and I relate it to my handmaiden. As usual we weigh it, going back and forth before coming to a conclusion. Elva projects many hairstyles on the screen and points to a simple but sophisticated crown braid. She says it will give me a more mature look and I'm like, why not?

Once she's done with my hair and face I get up to pick up a dress from my closet. My eyes scan through different dresses made out of different fabrics, laces and materials. They finally stop on a dress I've never seen before. "Elva." I call out. "What's this?"