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Here Be Chapter Seven! Just A Couple More And Then I Can Start On "I'll Be Here For You"

Once the name had left the young woman's mouth, a smile formed across Will's face. He took her by the hand and used the other hand to wrap around her waist as the music began.

Elizabella smiled and nervously looked at the people around them who just stood there in silence and watched them. Where are they? She thought to herself. It would take a load of stress off of the poor woman if she knew where her family was, then she would know which ways not to face; the last thing she needed was for Scarlett, Giselle, and Estrella to notice her.

"Looking for someone?" The sudden question startled her, and she averted her attention back to the man whom she was dancing with; she really was being rude to him.

"N...no; not at all, Your Highness." She stumbled with her words. The music got a little louder, and she was caught completely off guard when Will firmly, but gently, held onto her waist and spun her in the air. She giggled in amusement at the sudden gesture, enjoying the feel of her silky gown brush against her ankles, and for the first time since Scarlett brought her into her home, Elizabella actually felt like...like a woman.

"Mother," A black-haired teenager said quietly to the older woman that stood beside her, neither one of them taking their jewel green eyes off of the pair that danced before them, "I don't like her."

"Why is that, Sylvia, you don't even know her."

"I don't need to know her, Mother, the little tramp is catching the prince's fancy. You said that I would be his bride, yet he is so wrapped up in her."

"Calm down, Daughter, you will win his heart; just be patient."

"I better." She grit, narrowing her eyes at the blonde girl that danced below.

"Hmmm," Scarlett murmered to herself, "that girl seems somewhat familiar. I feel as though I've met her before, but I just can't put my finger on it."

"What did you say?" Scarlett turned to the new voice that spoke.

"What? Nothing; I said nothing, Giselle." She covered, offering her daughter an assuring smile before turning her attention back to the dance floor.

Elizabella grinned at the man that stood before her, her cheeks flushed as they continued to dance.

"Having a good time?" He asked her, twirling the young woman about him.

"Very much, Your Highness."

"Please, just Will; I'm not really into the title and such."

She nodded and began to look around for the three women whom she had been trying to spot before. Wait, what was she doing? She had come here to socialize with the prince and have a good time, not worry about getting caught by the three Wicked Witches of the West.

"So, where are you from?" He asked.

"Oh...uh...nowhere special. Just a small town off the coast of Spain."

He quirked an eyebrow with amusement, "Ah. Tu habla espanol?"

Elizabella's eyes widened, "Say what?"

Will chuckled, "I guess not. So, how did you get all the way to England?"

She sighed as he twirled her around like a top, "My father was a sailor. When he died during a fire incident at home one night, I sailed stowed away on one of the ships at the dock."

"Did you know that you were coming to England?"

"Not at all. I was just focused on getting out of there so I could get away from my mother; she was wretched woman, never loved me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine; I'm here now and that's all that matters, right?" She tried to sound strong, but it was clear that the memories were hurting her; Will could see it in her eyes, so he changed the subject.

"Er...that's a lovely gown. Where did you get it because I've been to many of the shops around here, and I must say that I have never seen that one before."

"Oh, this? I...It's just a homade outfit that I made during my free time." Well, it was close enough. What was she suppose to say? 'Oh, I was crying in my backyard because I was forbidden to come here. My fairy grandmother, Anamaria, came out of nowhere in her colorful bubble and made this for me with her magical wand.' Uh, no, I don't think so.

"Is that so? Well, you have superior taste in clothing, milady."

"Thank you." She responded to his compliment with a smile.

The music began to slow down as a violinist played a solo in the final measure, and Elizabella was twirled around once more before the music finally stopped.

Will took her hand in his own and kissed the soft flesh on the back, "It was a pleasure dancing with you, Miss Elizabella." He said softly with a smile.

"The pleasure was all mine...Will." Was her reply once he had finally let her hand go.

"Maybe we could-"

The prince was cut off by a sudden bell ring from outside. Ding! Ding! Ding! A few of the people looked up at the large clock on the wall and then continued to talk with one another. But, for Elizabella, she was horrified at the time: 12:00AM. She turned her saddened eyes back to Will just as Jack was coming to take her back to the group of women.

"Will, Your Highness, I must go." She said hurriedly.

"What? Why? You just got here." He complained. He was really having a good time with her, and the thought of her leaving was a real knife to the heart.

"I'm sorry! I have to go!" She yelled back to him as she began to race towards the stairs that led to the exit.

"Elizabella, wait!" Will called after her, pushing past his assistant and the short stout woman that he had brought with him.

Elizabella tightly gripped the silky material in her hands as she ran up the marbled stairs to get out of the palace. Her hair was falling loose from its bun and hung about her face, the jewlery that she wore disappeared, and she noticed that the carriage that she came in was no more than a broken pumpkin laying in the cobblestone street, the mighty stallions were now tiny mice that were being chased by the dog that was once her coachman.

"Elizabella! Please, wait!" She heard a cry, and turned around to see that was Will who had called out to her.

"I'm sorry." She whispered from her spot on the staircase, "I have to leave now." In her desperate attempt to get away, Elizabella almost fell down the stairs a few times, and she did not bother to go back and retrieve her glass slipper from the carpeted stair case as she raced home.

"Elizabella! Please, wait!" He cried out. She turned to face him and whispered something that he did not quite catch, before she turned around and continued to run away.

He decided to stop chasing after her, seeing that he would not get her stop. Just then, the moon reflected off of something on the stairs that immediately caught his eye. Slowly walking down the few stairs, Will bent down to pick up a shoe...Elizabella's shoe. He held the slipper close to his chest as he watched the young female vanish into the night.

"I will find you, Elizabella," He whispered to himself, "I will find you."

Author Gibberish That Nobody Reads: Well, there you go. I really have nothing else to say but to ask you to please leave me either a compliment or a flame. Although I'd prefer compliments better, flames are still welcome too. See, I told you I would make this chappie longer; aren't you proud of me for keeping my word? I AM! lol Anyway, cya in the next chapter!

Spanish Translation:

Tu habla espanol? - Do you speak Spanish?

P.S. Does anyone know how to make the little tildes over the 'n' in espanol?