Her sister was even more beautiful than before. The dress complimented her white body perfectly, the pale blue ruffles coming up and forming a cushioned top and front sleeves for her front legs. As the dress went back, the ruffles faded into pale pink and ended a quarter way down her back legs. It was much shorter, but she also had a full set of four shoes to go with it. They were the same pallid pink with blue insides and bottoms. Her headpiece was a tiara (Marshmallow had to hold back a rude comment when she saw it) with blue and pink jewels.

Rarity squealed, "My, you both look wonderful! Like two princesses. Take a look!"

Marshmallow Heart and Cotton Candy both gasped simultaneously. It was quite a sight and Rarity had been right; they looked like royalty. It was quite beautiful compared to anything that both sisters had seen before and they didn't care how vain that thought was. It really did look perfect. They let out laughter and looked at Rarity with big and thankful eyes.

"We look wonderful!" Cotton Candy exclaimed.

"Thank you so much!" Marshmallow grinned. "How can we thank you?"

"By letting me style your manes for tomorrow night." Rarity had a happy look on her own face, obviously pleased with her handiwork. "Candy won't let me touch hers on a regular basis, but maybe she'll make an exception now...?"

"Oh, alright!" Cotton Candy laughed as she ever so carefully shed the dress so that she could box it up. "I suppose I could let you mess around with it for the evening. "

"And I could care less either way!" Marshmallow laughed, flipping her bangs away from her face.

"Perfect!" Rarity laughed happily, looking at them.

Marshmallow slipped out of the gown and watched as Rarity used her magic to move them over and into boxes. She glanced over to see Cotton Candy rotating to look at her stomach and had to smile. Even though she was jealous of her sister, she had to admit that she would make a wonderful mother. She used to foal-sit when they were still pretty young and did an amazing job with it. Even the most stubborn colt would go to bed and the brattiest filly would cuddle and watch a movie with her. She was just naturally gifted as a mother.

"Here are the gowns, girls!"

They both turned their attention to Rarity as she moved the boxes to them and smiled.

"Thank you, Rarity," Marshmallow Heart said as she took her package; the box inside of a bag for easy carrying. "You are very kind."

"Well, my element of harmony is generosity!" She said and raised her nose to the air. "Happy I live up to the title!"

"We'll see you tomorrow evening." Cotton Candy said before picking up the bag, and then murmured a muffled, "Thank you again!"

Both mares left the store with smiles on their faces. Marshmallow Heart noticed that it was just beginning to get dark outside as they reached her sister's home. Flame met them at the door with a smile, opening it for them and taking the box from his wife. Marshmallow Heart hurried upstairs to put it away in a safe place and then looked at herself in the mirror.

She always examined herself through the evenings she had some alone time. She would flip her mane and remove her headband, bat her eyes and then rub the freckles on her cheeks; it was a routine. She did it every evening and she wasn't even sure why. It was just instinctual. She supposed it was because of her lack of self-confidence.

When she heard both her sister and her husband yell their goodnight's, she responded with her own. She crawled into the bed and yawned slightly, but was far from sleep. She laid there on her belly and looked out the window with tired eyes.

She was thinking hard about the evening ahead of her. She knew that her anxiety would act up quite a bit and she wasn't prepared to answer any questions about who she was, where she was from, or what her cutie mark showed.

Instinctively, she glanced back at the heart with the bandages around it. The cutie mark held meaning, but not enough for her to really believe that was her special talent. She got it when she was just a filly and playing with a bunch of other ponies. One of the pegasi was being a show-off and tried to fly from the top of his house, but broke his wings. She managed to make a make-shift splint that later on, according to the doctors, saved his wing from being permanently disabled. However, it had happened once. She hadn't even helped someone wrap a wound since then.

She sighed and rolled onto her back. Her pink wings splayed out underneath her, the feathers prickling in just the right directions to make them look longer. Her body was a little more pale in the moonlight, but her eyes were still a bright and pure magenta. She looked around for a moment, thinking of nothing anymore, and then crawled under the blankets.

"Maybe... maybe tomorrow will go okay." She murmured, closing her eyes tightly.

Author's Note

I cannot tell you how happy I am!

I received two comments, one pretty positive and one not so positive. I'm not discouraged though. Obviously, because here is the next chapter! xD

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