Perhaps if she told the gossiping girls in the corner of this lavishly decorated, and almost completely empty ballroom that she was the one they were talking about, the one who ran off with the prince only days before and had kept him out all night and captured his heart so that he would speak of no one else, they would think differently of her. Perhaps if she were lucky, they would kill her.
At least then, she couldn't think about how she was terrified of heights and on board a flying ship with ballrooms. At least then, she couldn't think about how silly gossip is, for she had seen him only two hours before, dancing and laughing with her beautifully blonde and blue eyed, terribly evil stepsister.