Jasmine looked up at the large house in front of her. Her father sending a glare back at her for stopping. She followed in after him as she remembered how the morning went for her.

[i]Jasmine was sleeping in for once, her father seeming to leave her alone this morning. Maybe today would be different for her. She was so wrong. Her door slammed open and she sat upright in bed as fast as lighting. There was her father seeming angry. [color=red]"Why are you still in bed you brat? Today is a big day. The whole town will be at the ball and you aren't even close to ready!"[/color] He yelled. Jasmine had totally forgotten that today was a ball and as the daughter of one of the richest men in the town she had to help keep up his appearance.

Jasmine jumped out of bed and bowed her head, [color=pink]"I am sorry father. Please forgive me."[/color] She said. She heard his footsteps and then felt a sharp sting on her cheek causing her head to snap to the side. She held her cheek as her father stormed out to get ready himself.

Jasmine went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheek was red from the slap and there was a bruise underneath her eye from a few nights ago. She sighed as she hoped in the shower and took a quick one. She got out and dried off before she pulled out her makeup and got to work on covering up the bruise and redness. When she was done with her makeup she blew dried her dark brown hair. Her reddish streaks falling to frame her face as she pulled her hair up into a high, elegant pony tail. She now had full makeup and hair for the ball. She then went and got dressed in her simple long sleeved red dress that was tight on top and loose and flowing down to a few inches above her knees starting at her waist. She paired the dress with black heels and a black necklace and earrings. She finished off her outfit with the black butterfly like mask.[/i]

Jasmine put on an award winning fake smile they never reached her eyes as she stood by her father greeting her father's friends. She stood by his side at all times. She had to, they put on an act of a father-daughter duo. Both charming in their own ways, working as a perfect team. If only people knew the truth behind them. Knowing her father, she'd most likely be stuck by his side the whole night. She would rather stand alone in the corner than by her father.