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Elizabella ran down the dark roads of Pearl Street with one shoe. Her hair was a complete mess, her gown became the torn outfit that Giselle and Estrella had left her in earlier, and the makeup that once colored her face was completely gone. As she sprinted down the street, she clumsily tripped over her own two feet and fell into a muddy puddle, smudging her cheeks and dirtying her dress.

She panted hard after the ground forcefully knocked the wind out of her. Once the black and white spots had cleared from her vision, and her head finished spinning, Elizabella got up off the ground and continued her way home. She ignored the shocked and dirty expressions that she was recieving from the nobles on the sidewalk as they covered their children's eyes and told them to just keep walking along.

Elizabella turned sharp corners and dodged into the shadows to avoid being seen. Once she had made it to Yellowdale Avenue, Elizabella walked back into the garden where she spotted a glittered scarf that Anamaria had probably left by accident. The disrespected house maid clutched the material firmly in her palm and smiled down at it; at least she had something to remind her of tonight's wonderful events. Walking into the small house, Elizabella shut the back door firmly with a quiet CLICK before going upstairs to change and get started on her chores.

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"I will find you, Elizabella, I will find you." Prince William whispered in the wind. He took one last look at the young woman's disappearing form and then walked back inside.

"William!" He was greeted by his mother, "Where have you been? You can't just leave like that without telling anyone! You have neglected these poor women long enough; I think it is time for you to get back down there and treat them with the respect they deserve!"

"Mother-"

"And ontop of that, you have not been happy since this ball began! Was it not you who requested for this in the first place?" Her loud shrilly voice was getting much attention from everyone; they all stopped talking and stared at the scene that was taking place.

"I know, Mother, but-"

"Then when that blonde girl came-"

"Mother, stop!" He yelled. Seeing his wrong doing he cast her an apologetic glance and spoke with a quieter tone, "Just...stop. I know I have not been acting grateful this evening, and I apologize for that, but it's just that...that girl that you saw me dancing with. I was...waiting for her to come all night."

Mrs. Turner cocked a thin brown eyebrow at her son, "Oh? How is that, being that I doubt you probably know anything about her."

"Actually, I do know some things about her. Her name is Elizabella, she is living with her stepsisters and stepmother, when we met in the market she seemed quite interested in the world around her."

"Just like you."

"Exactly. Her father died as a sailor, her birth mother did not love her, she sews her own clothing, and also just like me, she was born in Spain."

Mrs. Turner quirked an eyebrow in amusement, a small smile beginning to crease over her wrinkled face, "Dearsest William, is my son actually...in love?"

Will blushed and looked away. "I don't know about love, but I know I like her."

His mother smirked at him and rose her eyebrow in a suspicious manner.

"A lot."

She nodded, "There we go; I knew it."

Will chuckled before becoming serious. "But, she left when the clock stroke 12:00; she didn't tell me why, she just said that she needed to go. I know that I've asked you for many things and I have not yet tried to appreciate all you've given me so far, but there is just one last thing I need for you to do for me."

"What?"

"We need to start a search party. I want every last person in this palace looking for her; no one is to sleep or rest until Elizabella is broought back to me."

"But, how do we know if it is her or not?"

"Because," Will took the glass slipper, that Elizabella had left on the steps, from behind his back and showed it to his mother, "She left this."

Mrs. Turner gently took the shoe in her grasp to examine it closely. This woman has small feet. She thought to herself. The shoe was a clear and glassy heeled slipper, it had diamonds decked on the heels, more diamonds on the tongue of the shoe, and it glittered in the bright lights from the chandelier above. After looking at the gorgeous slipper, Mrs. Turner looked back up at her son with curious eyes. "But, William, why must you find this girl so badly?"

"You said this ball was arranged to help me pick a bride, right?"

"Right."

"Well," He grinned, "I think I've found my bride."

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Elizabella busily washed the clothes, scrubbed the kitchen, and dusted the furniture with...a smile on? Yes, it was indeed a smile! Although Elizabella was scrubbing the thick material of Estrella's Day Dress, her mind kept drifting back to all that happened this evening.

Her pretty gown that she had worked hard on putting together had been torn by Giselle and Estrella, Scarlett had ordered her to stay home and clean the house whilst she and her favorite daughters went to the ball, Elizabella had ran to the backyard and practically drowned herself in tears, Anamaria, the fairy godmother that she didn't even know she had come and comforted her, she had gotten to go the ball in style thanks to said fairy, the person who everyone had their admiring eyes on, including Will himself, she had actually felt like a woman when she danced with said prince, and she had gotten all the way home without even being noticed...

"Elizabella!" Oops; spoke too soon.

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"Uh, Your Highness? Is there a reason as to why you're stopping this ball to search for this...this girl?"

"I have my reasons, Jack; you just worry about getting that search party together."

Sparrow nodded.

A FEW HOURS LATER

"Everybody quiet, please!" Will announced from his throne. All of the women and royal guards of the search party quieted their conversations long enough to give the prince their undivided attention. "Thank you. Now, ladies, I know you have all come here in hopes of being crowned as my queen, but I am sad to inform you that none of you have earned that title."

"Mother, you lied!" Sylvia cried, "You said I would be his bride!"

"I know, sweetheart, just calm down. You-"

"No! I will not calm down! You said I would be Queen, Queen Sylvia Turner, yet, I haven't even danced with him yet!"

"Sylvia please, you're making a scene."

"Just leave me alone; we're going home!" The raging seventeen year old woman screeched, flipping her curly black hair over her shoulder, and with her head held high, she stormed out of the palace with her mother dead at her heals.

Once the shrilling woman had left, Will cleared his throat and continued, "Er...where was I? Oh yeah! So, my dear ladies, you must all leave and once again, I apologize to you all for the inconvenience; good evening." With that said, some women groaned and others actually went so far as to cry and run all the way home!

Will turned to face his men and clapped his hands together with a smile, "So, gentlemen, are you ready to find Elizabella so I can win fair lady's heart, if I haven't already, I mean."

The men raised their fists in the air and cheered, "Yes, Sir!"

Will grinned at their excitement, "Good, now go get a quick rest, for we begin our search at dawn!"

"Yes, Sir!" They all saluted in unison, and then scurried off to get some sleep; they would definately need it.