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A/N: This chapter's entertaining. I still love chapter 2. In French: Cette chapitre est amusant. J'aime encore le deuxieme chapitre.
July 23, 2008, 12:08 p.m.
I'm in the Prince's ballroom making plans for the ball. I have apparently been talking a while, because people look at me weird when I stop talking, look around and go "Whoa, it worked!"
Well, anyone would do that, even if they were in the 18th century. But still, it was kind of weird. Having a room full of professional, important people staring at you would even be terrifying in the 18th century, so don't even question me!
"So, where were we?" I say, after clearing my throat.
"We were at the part where you go and deliver all the invitations personally to every house in the kingdom..." said the Prince.
"Okay, I'll go and deliver the invitations right now then." I say, and run out of that room as fast as I possibly can.
July 23, 1797, 8:37 a.m.
I knock on Cinderella's door. The evil stepmother person opens the door. She says "Yes?" very irritatedly.
I say, "The Prince is having a ball and is inviting all of the ladies in the kingdom to this ball."
And then she says, "Oh, great! I'll tell my daughters about it then." And then she slams the hard, hard wood door against my face. Jeez, people were even rude in the 18th century!
July 23, 1797, 12:34 p.m.
"Calleigh??" I say.
-"Uh, yeah, who else would it be?" she says.
-"I dunno, maybe the Queen?"
-"Sure, genius."
We go on like this for a while. We eventually stop half-fighting. Then we start making plans to wreck the Cinderella story for good.