"OUCH! That's hurts!"
"Beauty is painful Darling, I don't expect some homely foster peasant looking friend to be hanging my beautiful silk comforters."
"you are expecting me to dress up just to hang some blankets outside?"
"Trust me, you will feel high class after I am done with you."
"why dress me up, why not just sent someone else?"
"you were available, plus it gives me a chance to experiment on someone else."
"Experiment?"
"I have done everyone else, and you look like you could use a makeover." Duchess pulled the last strand of Sarah's hair into the bun, " There all done."
Sarah slowly stood up trying to gain her balance from the dress, being as tight as it was, almost made her fall. She took slow deep breaths, "The dress is a bit tight."
"As I said, Beauty is painful." Duchess brought a life size mirror on wheels into the middle of the room, "look at yourself and tell me that you do not look stunning?"
Sarah turned to face the mirror, her eyes grew wide to what she saw, she was wearing a long pink, Ruched colored dress with a light pink shame wrapped around her shoulders, around her neck were shiny pearls which matched perfectly with her arm length satin gloves and the pearls wrapped into her bun. Sarah turned around as she inspected over the look, she had to admit, she does look stunning, none the less…
"You crazy if you think I am going to go out in this dress just to hang up some of y-" Duchess threw the comforters in her arms as she pushed her out the door.
"Hang them up and come back in, simple as that" With that said, Duchess slammed the door to Sarah's back making her jump a little thinking that she was going to slam her tail in the door.
Sarah sighed whispering to herself, "that one is crazy…but…" looks at the comforters in her hands, "might as well get this done and over with, oh wait…" she looked at her left wrist and sighed with relief as she saw the yellow band through her gloves…she must have had a rough time trying to get it off but then gave up..
Wilt had stepped out of Frankie's room, fresh tears were in his eye, he couldn't believe what he heard, it was terribly sad, but at the same time, understanding, but…what about Sarah? What is she feeling right now? She could be heartbroken, or maybe dare he say it, a little relieved? No…she loves being around children. He took a deep breath, he walked over to a near by window to look outside, seeing all the imaginary friends. Seeing this, she must be feeling the same way I was, lonely, heartbroken, a shut in. in her case she was one of those friends that can't be adopted, creator present or not, he couldn't be adopted because no one wanted him. He closed his eye then opened it again, roaming around the gardens till he stood straight seeing what he thought would be either a fantasy or a stress overload in the brain. Outside? Is she outside? And she is…
There in the garden, in a small clearing where Frankie normally hangs the clothes, Sarah was hanging up, comforters? That fact wasn't what he was more surprised about, it was the way she was dressed. The fine jewelry, the elegant dress, her face and hair, the heavens would open wide to bare nothing but heavenly light, if he would to say…but he did…silently, "She's…stunning."
Of course…he wasn't the only one who thought so.
"Mommy Mommy look! it's a princess!" shouted a young girls voice.
Sarah turned to see the young brunette, her large blue eyes that matched her blue overalls, covering a short sleeved pink shirt. The girl looked up to Sarah in wonder and amazement, how gorgeous she looked.
"Mommy!" the girl shouted happily, " I want her, I pick her, Can I have her?"
The mother giggled at her little girl that looked to Sarah, in wonder herself of such elegance.
Sarah gave her best curtsey, "Oh kind and noble Princess, I am internally grateful at such a request, but I must say, I -"
"Mom look at her!" came another voice, as another little girl popped her head over the garden to see the princess in pink. Then another girl, then another, soon there was a flock of girls of all ages from 5 to 11, all a gaze and wonder of Sarah, circling around her.
Duchess watched from her room, the evil smile grew more as the visual, of her plan, in action. She laced her fingers together, looking over the little crowd. "Yes," she said manically to herself, "That's right you little brats, beg, plea, one of you will be taking that flea bit cat home, and away from here forever!…or until you grow older, which ever comes first."
It was like being in Disneyworld with little girls circling around the princesses, to them this was as close to that happiness they were ever going to get. Sarah looked at each one of them, their bright eyes and smiles, was like a knife in her heart, bleeding in morn and deep sorrow for the sad truth of not being able to be there for these young girls in their time of need.
Wilt leaned up against the window looking sorrowfully at Sarah, he could see it in her eyes, the pain, it was almost unbearable, yet she put on a strong face for the children's sake, then…she spoke.
"lovely princess of this world, as I am grateful, honored and flattered by your gracious request of my presence as your imaginary friend, but I am afraid, I am not here to be adopted."
Duchess leaned up against the glass in shock as she shouted, "WHAT?!?!?!?!?"
The girls looked at her, some confused, others saddened.
"But if you wish to see me, you can always visit me and the other imaginary friends on the weekends…and I am sure, you will one day find that special friend that you are looking for. For it is not outter beauty you must look at, but the inner beauty of ones self. All of these imaginary friends have so much to offer you, and I am sure if you were to spend time with each one, one of them could be your very own princess or prince." Sarah smiled at the girls who then smiled back, taking her advice and spending time with the other imaginary friends.
All, except the little Burnett, who looked up to her, pulling on her dress grabbing Sarah's attention and gaze, "are you sure you are not up for adoption."
Sarah bent down to the little girl, "yes" she removed her left glove showing the little girl the wrist band, "this wrist band is a marker of those who are unable to be adopted. I am just here to help some imaginary friends find their way into a comfortable home, and I am sure, if you give some of them a chance, like I said before, you will find your one true friend."
The little girl smiled a little and nodded, then walked with her mother out of the garden to the front yard again.
Sarah turned to face the comforter, holding back her tears that she was desperately trying to, till she had lost all strength and silently she sobbed in her hands.
The little girl looked up to her mother a little sad, her attention drawn to a different direction when she looked to the front of the mansion she saw Bella sitting on the front stairs with a sad expression on her face. Her little pom pom antennas hanging down. The little girl pulled on her mothers pants as she pointed to Bella. The mother looked to her daughter and nodded. The little girl then walked up to Bella and smiled, saying, "Hi"
Bella looked up wiping a tear away as she smiled to the little girl, "Hi"