♚ your pristine creamy stilettos form a soothing crunch, the batches of lavender sickly sweet flowers, luscious dewy blades of grass & fake snowflakes smelling of fresh rain. the soft gentle spring-like breeze plays with your loosely pinned curled locks, all the same as it did with your flowing ivory designer dress a few seconds ago as you slid out of your family`s luxurious car. violets and pure white roses trellissed divinely overhead, lacy fake yet delicately strewn and unnattainably realistic snowflakes scattered through, making you think of heaven. Two crisply cold platinum iron gates stand ajar, waiting for your gorgeously manicured slender nimble fingers to push them, landing you in a clearing, something appearing to have climbed out of a fantasy dream laden before your mascara encrusted eyes. A single long mahogany table is set perfectly in the middle, the tightly folded ice white silken tablecloth beholding lines of polished shiny sleek kate spade plates & sterling silver utensils. Other girls wearing dresses of designer brand, the colour identical to yours, are flashing you a dazzling sheerly glossed smile & offering you princess-worthy subtle waves, sitting on throne-like expensive wooden chairs draped with satin threads of the colour vanilla creme, deluxe coral pink sashes of thick rich cottons. Welcome to Couture college, hike up your skirt, this is going to be a nice, long term.