Through the crowd and through the doors, I found myself catching my breath on the balcony.
five minutes, and I'm done for, if don't get out of here. Everyone will know the fraud that I am.
The cold breeze presses against my skin, and it makes me shiver.
Time to leave, I tell myself.
I turn the knob, but. . . it was locked.
"No." I say in horror
I stood there panicking. A few more moments. . . and I will suffer the consequences.
"My my, why is such a lady losing her grace over a locked door? "
I froze.
I can hear him, a familiar voice. it can't be. His heels clacking with every step he made, every step sounded like the toll of the bells signaling my downfall.
His figure emerged from the darkness.
My heart dropped onto the floor, and shattered into a million pieces.
The prince stood there beneeth the moonlight, I stood there both in awe and horror.
"She's there! that thief of a maid is hiding behind that door!!!!"
My stepmother.
The Prince stepped closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.
"Will you kindly step aside, my love? " offering his hand to me.
The noises outside grew louder and louder, they sounded like they wanted to knock the door down
I stared at him with fear, "Please, I beg you, don't let them get me."
His eyes softened.
and he gently but swiftly pushed me aside.
He opened the door.
"Pardon me Madam, but I'm afraid I'm the only one here."
I could feel my stepmothers' fury as it radiates through the wall in front of me.