Inside, she felt like screaming. Once again she had to call off work. Once again her plans for the night were canceled and a new agenda was created for her. Once again she wasn't the priority.

Twenty five year old Elizabeth Swann stood in front of her closet peering at the dozens of evening dresses in front of her. Thirty minutes ago she was dressed and ready for work. Ten minutes later James called and had some formal for work they had to attend that evening. It didn't matter that she had plans, he needed her to be there. So she stood and wondered what dress would make him look more successful. It was a smaller event, luckily, for the campaign. James Henry Norrington II was an extremely successful lawyer for the young age of twenty eight, and was running for the position of Chicago's mayor. He was well liked and most thought the election was going to be a landslide. The people of Chicago loved that even for a young man, he held true conservative values and came from a well known honorable family. And they loved his pretty little fiancée. James Norrington and Elizabeth Swann were the modern day John and Jackie Kennedy, and that fact only made his popularity go up even more.

Elizabeth decided on a deep orange cocktail dress. The color suited her skin tones well, and it's fit hug her body in the right places and gave off an extremely elegant look. She quickly took it off the hanger, slipped it on and moved into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup.

Just as she was pinning the last few curls to her head she heard the door slam.

"Elizabeth!" The booming voice of her fiancé echoed down the hallway.

"James!" Elizabeth called out in her peppiest voice. "I'm in the bathroom."

She heard his footsteps down the hall and seconds later he emerged in the large bathroom.

"Hi." She said turning to him and giving him a wide grin.

"Elizabeth, What are you wearing?" He said looking her dress up and down.

Elizabeth's smile fell and she quickly looked down at her outfit. "A dress?"

"Elizabeth, you wore that to the Governor's birthday. And it simply won't do for tonight. And it's orange."

"What's wrong with orange?"

"Please understand that if I'm going to win this election, I will need your help. Here," he said handing her a large garment bag. "I had Jessica pick something out today. This will do."

Elizabeth took the bag with a smile plastered on her face. "I'll be ready in just a few moments. When do we need to leave?"

"Dinner is at six."

"I'll be ready soon."

And with that her fiancé marched out of the bathroom to tend to other matters of the evening.

Elizabeth sighed and unzipped her dress. It was just another day in her lie of a life.

AN: this is kinda a short chapter, and just a teaser to see what you think...??