Wallace twirled around in front of the tall mirror, looking at himself from all angles. He was wearing gold bangles on his arms, his yellow eyelids brushed with golden glitter.
“You look wonderful,” Elle cooed, in her contest attire: a short, black dress poofed up in a near tutu-style at the bottom. The dress was adorned with golden stars to match the theme the duo was trying to go for.
Wallace offered his master a small smile when she gave him a hug.
“Rosallade…” He mumbled with a small blush, beginning to get excited by the roar of the crowd from outside.
“Hope you like gold. The theme was ‘f