Cassandra rifled through the dresses and gowns in her closet, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She had to find the perfect dress. She had to waltz into the dining room looking radiantly beautiful, she had to take Sepiroth's breath away. But what dress did she have that would do that? They were all so simple. Green and black, most slim-fitting and flattering, but none so perfect that they would make a man fall madly in love with her.
Finally, though, she found it. The gown was black with a wide, bunchy skirt and a squared-off, open back. Two sets of white ribbon laces ran down the back of it, and the front showed just enough to catch a man's attention without her looking unladylike. The gown was absolutely perfect.
Utterly delighted by her find, Cassandra slipped off the lacy black and green dress she'd been wearing. It was beautiful, yes, but this gown was the fancy, formal one that she was going to wear to dinner. She took the black gown from the closet, touching it as if it were the sheer image of perfection in her hands. She began to slip the dress over her pale figure. It felt soft and welcoming against her slender body, and as she watched herself in the mirror, everything came together. The pale white of her body, the sexy black of the dress, and the radiant red of her short curls all contrasted and complemented one another exquisitely. Cassandra turned around carefully so that her back was to the mirror. She peered over her shoulder, watching her hands gracefully dance over the corseted ribbons in the back of the dress. She pulled them tight, knowing that she had to look absolutely perfect. It hurt, yes, but Sepiroth was worth it.
Finally, the gown was on and she looked beautiful. Cassandra did a small twirl in front of the mirror, and she grinned as she saw how perfect she looked. She glided over to her vanity table and sat down carefully, not wanting to wrinkle the dress. She didn't put on much makeup, only a hint of mascara to enhance her eyelashes and a dab of gloss on her ruby lips to make them shimmer and shine. She lifted her pale hands and ran her slender fingers lightly through her curls. She didn't like brushing them because that matted them and made them fuzzy, and she didn't like that. She stared at her reflection silently. Her emerald eyes were like deep pools of green, deep enough that one felt as if they could fall into her eyes by staring at them too long.
Cassandra stood up gracefully, smiling at her reflection. She looked perfect. Tonight, tonight was going to be perfect. She just knew it.