Mention long white dresses, gloves, seventeen year old girls and limousines and what is brought to mind? If you were in my household at any time in the last twelve months, you’d know it was the age old rite of passage for young women, the debutante ball. It may now be called a presentation ball but the hype and preparations are pretty much the same. From finding the perfect dress, to selecting the boy and choosing the car, to the dancing lessons and the myriad of grooming measures required to attain perfection, it is easy to see why it has taken a year to get here. But finally we have reached the night before the big event. The nails are done, the dress is back from its final fitting, the accessories are chosen now all we need is the day. Bring on tomorrow.
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