This chapter is one of the best written chapters in the series..it helped that I was wide awake to write it. Anyway, this is a very relatable chapter..i hope u enjoy it

Chapter 7

I was quiet the whole ride home. I was afraid that if I spoke, I would no longer feel the prince's lips on mine. There was magic in the air; not the kind that fairies create, but the kind that is made when two people who are made for each other meet. Alex and I were made for each other.

I sighed as Jameson pulled into the manor; it seemed so dead, so lifeless. I thanked him and got out, sad to leave the last part of my night behind, the pumpkin carriage.

He drove of quickly, excited to see his woman, I now understood how he felt. I made my way upstairs, slowly but surely. I closed the door and took of my mask, staring at the woman in the mirror. She was different then the one I was used to seeing, the one who was independent and sure, smug in her own way, but kind none the less.

She was dissimilar. The woman I saw was confident in a different way; she knew where she belonged, with her love, her prince. She seemed disconnected with the world, like a deity out of place among mortals. The goddess inside her had awaken and taken over.

I shook the glitter dots out of my hair and braided it. I carefully took off my dress, smoothed out the wrinkles, and placed it at the bottom of my trunk. I gently laid the mask on top and closed it, placing the lock on to take extra precautions.

I looked at the glass show on the floor. It looked to out of place without its pair, like me. I picked it up and placed it in the closet.

I put on my maids gown, but it felt so odd on my skin, so coarse. I laced it up and headed downstairs, hearing the door open and the terrible two come inside.

I bowed, "Lady Adele and Lady Cyrille, did you have a pleasant evening?"

They eyed me warily. "Oh, what do you care Ella?" Cyrille said sharply, "It's not like it is any of your concern."

Adele smirked, "She is just angry that the prince danced with me more than her. Well, that is until some upstart came along and lured him away."

I cocked my head to the side, "What lady?"

"Some blonde haired girl in a silver dress. She ran into the hedge maze and he followed her, and they stayed in there for an hour. And when he finally came out, the girl was gone and he was holding her glass slipper. Can you believe it? The tramp had glass shoes! Some girls will do anything for attention." Cyrille rolled her eyes and headed up stairs obviously annoyed.

I smile inwardly; stupid girls thought they could get his attention while I was there.

"You know," Adele said suspiciously, "They say she was radiant, with long, curly blonde hair. They said she was from Sanders, if I am not mistaken, is that not where you came from, Ella?"

So the twit has a brain, I thought, somewhat surprised. "She sounds lovely, your grace. While I was here sweeping and cleaning, she was dancing with Prince Alexander."

Adele sighed tiredly, "You know, Ella, you are smarter than you make yourself out to be. I know it was you. I don't know how you managed it, but I will find out. Oh, by the way, a letter carrier came by with a letter for you, its up in your room."

I curtsied and ran upstairs, anxious to see what I had received. In all the years that I had lived here, I had never received anything, well apart from some flowers young men delivered.

It was a cream colored paper with a red wax seal. I opened carefully, trying to savor the moment. I read the paper, then, in disbelief I read it again. I put my hand on my chest, for it became very hard to breathe. Tears rolled down my cheek, I wiped them quickly and went downstairs, asking for permission to make my trip to Sanders, showing Adele the letter.

She nodded and I fled to my room and began packing my things. It was so sudden, but I figured something like this would happen, when my life starts to go the way I wanted it to, something like this would happen.

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