Amy Ewing

This is how The Jewel operates. Status is our sole occupation. Gossip is our currency.

It's hard to remember who you were when you're constantly pretending to be someone you're not.

It's Also Tradition to Wear White,I Study Myself in The Mirror Now,as Annabelle Curls My Hair. My Dress is Strapless,Layers of ivorychiffon Floating to The Floor.a Necklace of Diamonds and Rubies Sparkles at My ThroatGarnet Leans Against The Newel Post and Whistles As I Come Down The Stairs. My Cheeks Flush. Have You Been To The Royal Palace Yet? Garnet Asks Me.I Stare at Him for a SecondWondering if He's Joking. Yes, I Say Slowly. You Bumped Into Me at The Exetor's Ball.Did I? Garnet's Eyebrows Pinch Together. HuhWell,You Haven't Seen Anytging Until You've Seen The Winter Ball Decorations.We are Escorted to a Extension Made Entirely of Glass. It is Lit with Thousands of Candles. Giving The Room a Beautiful Golden Glow. The Floor is Made Out Of Blue Glass and Enormous Ice Sculptures Glitter in The Flickering Light. I See What Garnet Meant-The Whole Effect is Magnificent.