When we got back to the house, Ms. Henry had each of us some dresses lying on each of our beds. Mine were hideous, as usual, so I went through my closet. The prettiest thing I owned was a short sleeved, knee length, white dress. I slipped it on gently, careful not to rip it because it had once been my mother's. I had never worn it before so this dress was very special. 

After I put on the shoes that went with the dress, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and face. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, then walked out of the bathroom.  

I nearly passed out when I saw Kathryn in her dress. It was GORGEOUS! It was short sleeved, and black with a long skirt. Her mother must have just recently made it. 

"Myranda?" she asked. "Are you okay?" 

Once I regained my balance, I nodded. "I love your dress." 

"Thanks. I like yours, too," she said. 

"Thanks," I looked around. "Did Abel leave?" 

She nodded. "Zero's here, though. He and Sierrah are in her room." I nodded, and she walked into the bathroom. 

I rushed to Sierrah's room and knocked lightly on the door. When she didn't respond I knocked a little harder. Finally, she answered me. 

"Who is it?" she asked in a voice that could have fooled the evil queen that took care of us. 

"It's Myranda, now open up!" I said eagerly; ready to meet the third and final stranger. 

I heard her light footsteps as she walked across the room. When she opened the door, I almost fainted yet again. Her dress was dark purple with a long, flowing skirt, and one spaghetti strapped sleeve. It was beautiful and suited her perfectly. 

"Woah," was all I could say. 

"Come on in and meet Zero!" she said with a smile. 

I walked into her room and saw Zero sitting on her bed. "Woah," I repeated. 

He was amazingly cute! He had short white hair, and he was wearing a black suit with silver designs. He also had a tattoo on the left side of his neck. Personally, I'd pick ion out of all of them. 

"Hey," he said, sounding annoyed. 

"Hey," I said awkwardly. Then I turned to Sierrah, "We leave in fifteen. So hurry up and finish getting ready. 

"Alright!" she said defensively. "Stop worrying about me all the time!" 

She was right. From the past couple of days I'd had, they should probably be worried about me. (Not like I'm trying to be selfish or anything.)