The dresses are way too fancy. I take the floor length, A-line, maroon velvet dress and step into it. The neckline is low and accentuates my small breasts. There is gold lace that runs underneath my bust. The same lace graces the ends of the sleeves. I frown at the scars on my wrists. The sleeves only reach three-quarters down my arms leaving my scars exposed. I peer at the other dresses, but the sleeves are much shorter, only sitting over the shoulder. It’s probably going to look a little silly, but I decide I don’t care what the vampires think. I take my leather braces and put them on....