High Society's Prince and the Small-Town Belle
There is a story of destiny. A story that's modern and true. A satire that's full of fate's magic. A love that will make its debut. There once was a girl named Rory. Her passion for books would declare. That classics didn't classify as boring. Instead they possessed positive air. Ladies would envy her beauty. Mothers would give for her looks. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her intelligence was that of a book. Never in her life was she wealthy. Middle-class would just have to do. Living with her adoring young mother. In a town that would NEVER be blue. In the wealthy outskirts of Hartford, is a different story to tell. A respected family is resident with a son that is about to rebel. This boy that they thought would destroy them, excelled in sports and was top of his class. With the striking features of Adonis, and the charm as smooth as a glass. The son of an influential family. The heir to the respected Dugrey pride. With futures as bright as the sunshine, and the looks that would make a girl tongue-tied. These are two very different young people. Opposites is what one might say. Impossible is one's intuition. Never will they encounter a day. But fate works in mysterious customs. A way that society may never predict. Destiny contains its secrets. Serendipity will therefore inflict. One day as Tristan was walking, with tousled blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sea. He perceived eyes as blue as the heavens. Hair brown like freshly brewed coffee. Strolling down the Chilton Prep corridor, along with a boyish young charm He noticed the stunning yet innocent new girl enter, carrying Jane Austen on each of her arms. As this handsome Adonis approaches, the conquest he is yet to cease. He starts to throw some innuendos, but Rory refuses to fall at his feet As Rory begins to ponder, what kind of pompous, egotistical jerk. Would think that she'd fall for behavior, that taunts with a satisfied smirk. They banter with intelligent comebacks. Witty to produce an innocent blush. Bitter to cause some confusion, but lengthy to cause them to rush. As days and months start passing. Acquaintances bond into friends. Best friends with feelings that surface, and a heart that's guilty with regret. The girl changed his arrogant actions. The Boy brought about her mysterious grace. They both played a part in converting, their attitudes and hate that was a disgrace. As time was quickly passing, both Rory and Tristan didn't know. That they both felt the same for each other Until prom, they decided to go. One was going to tell the other. The other was to do the same. Neither knew the preparations. That their love was to be proclaimed. When king and queen was announced, Rory and Tristan were called. Not because they were buddies, they were both part of a fantasy recalled. That was then they were to tell the other, that the Belle fell in love with the Prince. The conquest, banter, and infatuation, transformed into a love that is yet to convince
There is a story of destiny. A story that's modern and true. A satire that's full of fate's magic. A love that will make its debut. There once was a girl named Rory. Her passion for books would declare. That classics didn't classify as boring. Instead they possessed positive air. Ladies would envy her beauty. Mothers would give for her looks. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her intelligence was that of a book. Never in her life was she wealthy. Middle-class would just have to do. Living with her adoring young mother. In a town that would NEVER be blue. In the wealthy outskirts of Hartford, is a different story to tell. A respected family is resident with a son that is about to rebel. This boy that they thought would destroy them, excelled in sports and was top of his class. With the striking features of Adonis, and the charm as smooth as a glass. The son of an influential family. The heir to the respected Dugrey pride. With futures as bright as the sunshine, and the looks that would make a girl tongue-tied. These are two very different young people. Opposites is what one might say. Impossible is one's intuition. Never will they encounter a day. But fate works in mysterious customs. A way that society may never predict. Destiny contains its secrets. Serendipity will therefore inflict. One day as Tristan was walking, with tousled blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sea. He perceived eyes as blue as the heavens. Hair brown like freshly brewed coffee. Strolling down the Chilton Prep corridor, along with a boyish young charm He noticed the stunning yet innocent new girl enter, carrying Jane Austen on each of her arms. As this handsome Adonis approaches, the conquest he is yet to cease. He starts to throw some innuendos, but Rory refuses to fall at his feet As Rory begins to ponder, what kind of pompous, egotistical jerk. Would think that she'd fall for behavior, that taunts with a satisfied smirk. They banter with intelligent comebacks. Witty to produce an innocent blush. Bitter to cause some confusion, but lengthy to cause them to rush. As days and months start passing. Acquaintances bond into friends. Best friends with feelings that surface, and a heart that's guilty with regret. The girl changed his arrogant actions. The Boy brought about her mysterious grace. They both played a part in converting, their attitudes and hate that was a disgrace. As time was quickly passing, both Rory and Tristan didn't know. That they both felt the same for each other Until prom, they decided to go. One was going to tell the other. The other was to do the same. Neither knew the preparations. That their love was to be proclaimed. When king and queen was announced, Rory and Tristan were called. Not because they were buddies, they were both part of a fantasy recalled. That was then they were to tell the other, that the Belle fell in love with the Prince. The conquest, banter, and infatuation, transformed into a love that is yet to convince