(A/N Sorry this isn't the next chapter of Mocking Jay. I will get it up as soon as possible. My school's Halloween dance is November 2. Since I'm in drama, I get to be in the haunted house! I'm a victim of Bloody Mary. I'm going to have fake blood all over me! Fun! P.S. I decided to write this story for another of my celebrity couples Bree and Chase form Lab Rats. Read summary to find out more!)

I do not own Lab Rats. So don't sue.

Bree's POV

"BREE!" I heard none other than Tasha, my evil (I like to think of it that way) stepmother, yelling. I looked up from scrubbing the floors. "Did you pick the mail up yet?"

"No. I was planning on doing it after I scrubbed the floors." I said. I didn't even look like a daughter of hers. I wore basically rags for clothes and she wore silk gowns with the finest lace.

"Well, do it now!" She commanded. "Your stepsisters and I are expecting an invitation for The Royal Ball this weekend."

"Yes, Tasha." I put my rag in the wash bucket and went down the street, saying hi to the person who I like to call friend. His name was Leo. He was the tailor in town and he was the kindest to me. I like to think he'd do anything for me.

When I got to the post office, I picked up our mail. Just like Tasha said, there was an invitation to The Royal Ball sitting right on top. I sighed. I knew Tasha would never let me go to the ball. She would pile up chores for me to do around the house to keep me busy.

When I got home, I gave my stepsisters, Danielle and Lucy, the invitation. They both ran upstairs with excitement to pick out their dresses, while I went back to my chores. They were living the dream and I was just their servant.

Chase's POV

I was half-listening to my father, King Donald Davenport (yes that means I am Prince Chase Davenport) drone on and on about how important it was for me to attend the ball. He said it was time I chose a wife.

"I will find my own wife in time, Father." I said, trying to stop this conversation by all means necessary.

"Chase, you are 16 years old. That's how old I was when my father forced me to marry and now that you've reached that age, you need to find a wife." He seemed persistent in getting me married this year. "It's tradition"

"Maybe it's time the tradition changed!" I yelled. I rarely ever yell at him. Considering he is my father and the king.

I got so frustrated with him that I stormed off into my bedroom and locked the door. I stayed there until my trusted servant and friend, Adam, showed up.

"Good evening, Your Highness." He said and bowed to me. I was kinda getting tired of the bowing thing.

"Good evening to you, Adam." I said. "My father needs to realize you can't just force someone to marry someone else. When I find the girl who makes me feel nothing but joy, I'll marry her."

Adam came to sit next to me on the bed. "I understand, Your Highness, but you can't just go against your father's wishes."

"I guess so." I said and I stood up and looked out my window to see a girl with sparkling hazel eyes and flowing brown hair talking to the tailor. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. "Who is that?"

Adam looked at the girl I was looking at. "Looks like the stepdaughter of one of your father's friends. Her name is Bree Smith. Her stepmother is Tasha Smith."

"She's beautiful." I said. I think I've finally found my future wife. And her name was Bree Smith.

Thanks for reading! Hope you guys like it! I'll get the next chapter of this and Mocking Jay up as soon as I can! Next time on Lab Rat Cinderella: "Bree's Fairy Godfather"