Ember's POV

I cussed silently, raking through my wardrobe as I tried to come up with something perfect to wear but I couldn't find the perfect dress for the occasion.

It was the day for the tribute ceremony and I fucking didn't have a dress.

"How the hell can you pick pink? I told you to pick anything black or classic, not PINK!" Mia raged, yelling at the maid she sent shopping to get a dress. I wonder what was so special about pink and why everyone would always think it's the perfect dress for an occasion when it screamed nothing but weak.

"Stop yelling and let her go already....