Jasmine walked down the Palace halls. She was pacing, trying to work out Aladdin's behavior in her head. She could not have this bump in the road, she had to get married soon. The law prohibited her staying single much longer, and here Aladdin was making a big deal of a big wedding. Breath seeped through Jasmine's lips as an annoyed sigh. Okay, I just need to talk to him. But what can I say? Jasmine pondered it, her feet stopped moving and she stood still, just thinking. Ah-uh! I can tell him that he knows I love him, and I'd rather have a small wedding too, but. . .The Sultan! The Sultan wants a large wedding, because we need to pretend that you are a wealthy prince. It was kind of lying, but Jasmine looked at it as pretending. Continuing her thought process of what to say to her fiancee, Jasmine ambled down the hallway, headed to Aladdin's quarters.
"What?" Genie's voice was loud in Aladdin's room. Jasmine could hear Aladdin shushing him. Jasmine remained silent outside the door, listening in. "Why?" Genie said quieter.
"I don't know. What if she's not the one. She's the only woman I've ever dated, how am I suppose to know?"
"Well then why did you propose to her?" Genie's voice was loud and accusatory.
"Shh. Because I'm young, I'm in love and I wanted in the Palace walls. I had never lived a rich luxurious life and I wanted nothing more than it." Jasmine's mouth opened wide in a mixture of shock and disgust.
"So you're marrying her for her money?"
"Well, I guess. . .but–" Jasmine couldn't hear anymore, she ran off, bursting into tears while running. Not paying attention to what was happening in front of her, she continued to run. From memory and routine she found her bedroom and fell onto the Arabian prints of her bedroom sheets and cried, soaking the fine silk with salt water raindrops.
The next morning, Jasmine was in complete shock. WHY? She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She walked out onto her balcony and shouted until she couldn't breathe anymore. When every last breath of air squeezed out of her lungs she took a deep breath in, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from lack of oxygen, she grabbed onto the railing and put her head under her heart. Spots were blinding her vision and everything was blurred. She kept breathing as her vision became clearer and she could stand again.
Aladdin must have heard her scream, because he came running into her room. Jasmine stood there, unsure of what to say, she hadn't planned out anything, her mind was blank. So she decided to cling onto the first emotion: anger.
"YOU!" Jasmine pointed her long fingers at him. "YOU USED ME!"
Aladdin stood there in obvious shock, he hadn't expected this, Jasmine at least knew it was coming.
"I heard you talking to Genie last night."
Suddenly, Aladdin knew what was going on, his breath caught and he looked like a dear in the headlights. Jasmine was a roaring semi-truck.
"I loved you!" Jasmine's voice turned from rage to desperation, "you used me."
"Jasmine–" Aladdin stopped short, looking for words, "I love you too."
"But you used me." The expression wasn't enough.
"Jasmine, that was only part of my intention."
"What was your other, getting under my skirt?" Jasmine's rage returned with flaring passion.
"NO!" Aladdin became defensive, "Look, I wanted to experience luxury. I did. Isn't wasn't all I've ever dreamed. But Jasmine– you are. You are everything I've ever dreamed of."
Jasmine turned from him, thinking about it. "Then what about last night," she spat, her back still turned, "when you said you had never dated anyone else."
"I was saving myself for you."
Jasmine turned around, eyes fiery, she looked at him and shouted, "BULLSHIT!" Then, unannounced, she stormed out of her own room, leaving her fiancee in there alone.