Cassiopeia

Cassiopeia was preparing for a night out. Her friend's father organised a dance and he specifically asked Cassiopeia to come. He had always liked her, he saw that girl as a good influence on his daughter. So Cassiopeia accepted the invitation and she was now preparing for the night out. 


She loved these dances. It always brought her a happy feeling,   it remineded her of her childhood. How she, as a little girl, dressed nicely by her mom went along to the dance. And how her dad always came to her, while she was sitting on her mothers lap. Her fater gave her a kiss on her little head, and lifted her, asking her for a dance. And Cassiopeia would smile, hug her father and shout 'yes, yes'. And so she would stand with her little pink shoes on her fathers leather shoes, leaving white spots. And the image of a proud mother came to her mind again. How beautiful they were, her days as a little princess.


Cassiopeia opened her closet and took out a beautiful blue dress, picked out fitting heels and a coat, to protect her from the cold night. She spread all the things out on her bed, opened the small box on her desk and picked out her earrings, a bracelet and her necklace with the llittle diamond. She overlooked it all and was sure it would fit perfectly. Cassiopeia never tried things on, she just picked out her clothes and it always worked out fine.


Cassiopeia walked in the shower, scrubbing her body, washing her long black hair and enjoying the water falling on her face. Very delicately she touched the two scars she had on her shoulders. Her dad used to tell her that God had mistaken her for an angel and was adding wings to her shoulders. And that her parents told God it was their little girl, so He appologised and removed the wings.


Very elegantly Cassiopeia got in her dress, put on make-up, her necklace and bracelets. Her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, just covering the little scars. She put on her heels, closed them at the top, picked out a purse, kissed her mom and dad goodbye, grabbed her cote and left.