Adelina entered the ball room, looking around. Her hair was down loose for once; no pony-tail older, nothing to keep it back at all. She swallowed, since it felt weird not being pulled up. She smiled though, and looked at her maroon skirt and black top. Alright, she looked ok. Not absolutely spectacular in her opinion, but ok. She took a deep breath and stayed to the side, waiting for Andrew to arrive.