The night begins - I

Once again dressed in red, I found myself staring at the mirror again. 

This time my lips had been painted the exact shade of the dress and my eyes were outlined with kohl. My cheeks had some artificial colouring on them making them look more plump than usual. 

"You look so beautiful," Dorothy whispered, "I think I should make a low bun. It complements the jewelry well." 

Would it be bad if I said I felt like I was going to be sacrificed? Because somehow I felt like I was getting dolled up only to die. 

It was then I paid attention to her words. With a light frown I turned to look at her and narrowed my eyes, "what jewellery?" 

At the moment I was not wearing any and the jewellery was the last thing on my mind. Not to mention I had not taken out any of the chests.