*sigh* it isn't mine none of it, Okay! But I am only borrowing them so I'll give that Levine person them back when I'm done.
Ladies and Gents I will be frank I can't spell any type-o's do not need to be brought to my attention
Ella laid on her bed face buried deep in the rough fabric of her pillow. In her head she repeated over and over again "It is for the best, you would hurt him" She wondered what time it was but to find out she would have to lift her head, which throbbed from spending the night crying. She heard foot steps softly outside her door. The door slowly creaked open. A soft familiar voice spoke "Morning sweet." She heard the steps near and the soft tap of the tray on the table near her bed. Ella didn't acknowledge Mandy. She sat at the foot of her bed and ran her hand across Ella's back. "Please eat something." Mandy pleaded. Ella hadn't eaten since the previous breakfast and had not slept at all that night, instead she thought of Char. Char, flying down the banister, whirling her in his arms, dancing alone with her in the garden, and Char hating her. "I am not hungry." came Ella's stifled voice. Mandy didn't know what to say, "What you did was right you know that." Ella said nothing she wished Mandy could reverse the curse, she wished her father had never met Madame Olga, and she wished she could love Char.
"We have lots to do today Hattie and Olive need to be prepared for the ball." Mandy broke into her thoughts. She sat ups slowly and sat silently next to Mandy tears still streaming down her face. Ella felt a handkerchief in her hand though to her it was a white blur. "Come now you can't let Hattie see you like this." Mandy tried to motivate her. Ella nodded her head and began to wipe away her tears. "I will let you dress then." Mandy said looking at Ella, " Please do Ella, and meet me in the kitchen so we can make breakfast." she finished. "I-I *sniffle* w-will." Ella stuttered. Mandy left her and hor a long minute Ella sat motionless, finally she slowly walked over to her wardrobe and put on her tattered dress. She sat at her desk and looked at the food, she lifted the spoon but, though she knew she should have been, was truly not hungry. With that she walked down the hall like a ghost wandering lost in an unknown nightmare
Mandy and her worked in silence, Ella wished not to speak for fear the tears would be coaxed from her eyes, and Mandy had no idea how to relieve the pain Ella was feeling. Break fast was put on dishes and delivered to the rooms of the people Ella hated most. Why should they be uncursed, free to love and be loved by whoever they want, and free to order her to do whatever they want. Soon after breakfast the preparations for the ball began. Ella was dressing Hattie whom was busy gloating and talking to "Char" in the mirror. Some how Ella went through the day without shedding a tear until her sisters left.
Soon after they left Ella told Mandy ,without needing to lie, that she felt sick and wanted to go to bed. Mandy allowed her to go and allowed her to continue her sobs. She thought of Hattie dancing with Char her hand in his, his arm on her waste, and knew if she had eaten something that day she would have been sick.
When Hattie returned Ella's fears were were proven correct she had danced with him, no matter how many times, and she would here of it for two more nights. How would she get by?