Chapter Thirty-Three

I read her note and I cursed myself for not waking early. For the next two days, I did my duties diligently but still thought of Elspeth and the story of Eliza. I wanted to know more about what happened to her so I promised myself that I would read the magic book after all my duties.

At last everything was finished and I began to wonder why I only thought of the magic book just now.

I opened the book.

It was an illustration of Hattie trying on her gowns. What relevance was this to me? Next to the illustration was a diary entry in her hand. Then I found out the reason of the illustration.

I do not know y I am so wurried abot Ella! I meen she is just a spek of uterly deesgusting dust. But somehow I know dat she weel show her naeeve luking face in the upcoming ball! And MY Prince Charmont wuld be soo sadened by her apeerance; probubly becuse she wuld cume is servant's garb! Her clothes wuld probubly nut bee in cumpureeson to my gwenneberrie gown wid guld, seelver, and rubby roses embroydered on the hems of the sleeebes. And nut to menshon dat pretty cone hut wid a sash at the teep!

And diari, do u know dat muther gabe me dat beutifool diamund wid opuls studed on its intricate golden border? I tink she gave it to me becuse she was giben anuther diamund necklace much moore valuble and precius dan the one she gabe me. I know it ways a ton but who cares! I habe the diamund and Ollie is stuck wid the peerls. I wunder wat weel hapen eef muther sudenly died. Then I wuld probubly habe her jeewelry and the haus too! Ollie culd habe her gowns. I weel surely not where her gowns becuse of dat unmistakable odor of spoilt milk and onions dat dwell in her gowns, eshpeshially near the sleeves.

Speeking of a bull, there wuld be anuther one. I tink it's the birthday celebrashon four Princess Cecilia. But reelly, who cares abot Cecilia? Yes I know she is the princess but a queen has a hiyer position. A queen such as ME. And diari, as you know, Cecilia has a bruther and dat is none udder dan MY Prince Charmont. And I shuld come becuse I weel where dat gorgous gwenneberrie gown wid rubby, guld, and seelver roses and a hat wid a sash at the teep.

Tah-tah (I love using dat so much diari!) diari. And pleese get yurself owt of Ollie's grubbby litle paws becuse her iyes might graze over your pages.

Tah-tah! 

HATTIE

Her spelling didn't improve one bit! It was worse than before! A gweneverie gown spelled as gwenneberrie! It sounded more like food than a piece of clothing!

But a ball? Does this world revolve around balls and such? First the Basten Ball then this. Hattie should not count on me coming to that ball. As Ella or as Lela, and even as Elalaine. I would isolate myself in here and think no more of plots of getting near Char or even getting near his kingdom. I would not even go near Frell. Never.

I dedicate this book to my friend Ella,

who was the first to read my story when it was still written in a piece of scrap paper,

and will now read my story as a real book.

I paused for a moment and thank Elspeth for her kind dedication. Then I continued.

Further more, I dedicate this to my love.

This is also for you, for you inspire me to write this.

And you were the only one who didn't laugh when I said I wanted to be a writer.

I pray everyday that we'll meet again.

I realized that the magic book was showing me her story, the very book that she would soon send me. And this was page one…

~ The Magic Book will continue ~

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I'm going to show you Elspeth's story so wait up! A new story in a story!

Oh yeah, I am so excited so I'll stop blabbing and write it!

Thanks to the reviewers!!