A/N: This is the chapter with some Dahpne/Anthony fluff! Daphne is thriteen, believe it or not. Enjoy!

This is what Cameron looks like at thirteen:

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This is what Daphne looks at thirteen:

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And this is what Anthony looks like at thriteen:

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This is Cameron's and Anthony's outfit (Cameron on right, Anthony on left):

This is Daphne's Dress:

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Its the best I could find...Anyway...

Daphne's POV

I woke up uneasy. A quesy feeling in my stomach, that made me want to throw up. I ran to my bathroom, one hand holding my stomach, the other my mouth. I slammed the door, and opened the top of the tiolet seat. Releasing my hand from my mouth, I let all of my waste flow into the tiolet. I hadn't realized that it was still early in the morning, and that my brother and parents were still sleeping.

Alice's POV

I woke with a startle. "Huh?" I mumbled, getting dizzy from sitting up to fast. My eyes finally adjusted to the morning light, I and wondered what had wokening me up. A door slammed. Tarrant shot up, his eyes yellow with confusion.

"Whas' goin' on?" He murmered, rubbing at his eyes.

"Nothing, darling. Just go back to sleep." I assured him. He nodded his head and fell back into the bed. I got up, and got dressed. Throwing on a simple white dress, I slipped out the bedroom door, careful not to wake Tarrant. My fingers rapped against Daphne's baby blue door, with her name engraved in lavender at the top. It slowley opened, and she stood in the doorway. She smiled sheepishly at me, and gestured for me to come in. I did as she asked and stepped into the room. Her hair was ruffled and her white silk nightgown Tarrant had made for her was wrinkled. She motioned for me to sit on the bed with her. I did, and she sat down next to me. "Are you alright?" I asked. "I heard some doors slamming this morning." I added. She sighed.

"No, not really. I threw up earlier today. I guess i'm just nervous. About today I mean." She explained. I nodded my head understandingly. The White Queen was a holding a dance within the castle today. Daphne had planned to dance with Anthony since she was four. "What if he doesn't want to? What if he thinks i'm weird, that i'm not good enough for him?" She panicked. I rubbed her back soothingly, calming her down.

"Darling, you and I both know that you're the center of his attention." I told her. She nodded her head and gave a deep sigh. "Why don't you start getting ready, and i'll go wakr your brother and father?" I suggested with a smile. She nodded her head eagerly as I made my way for a door across the room.

"Mom?" She asked. I turned around expectantly. "Thanks." She smiled shyly, hiding her face. I smiled, and walked through the door, muttering a welcome. Cameron's room was a deep red. He slept soundlessy in his black bed, his comforter hiding his face. I nudged him gentley.

"Cameron, honey. Time to wake up." I whispered. He shot up out of bed, rolling onto the floor. He jumped up.

"I'm cool." He said. I giggled at him. "Thanks mom. I'm going to go shower." He told me, smiling at me. I nodded my head and went to wake Tarrant. I climbed into bed with him.

"Darling, you have to wake up. The dance is in an hour." I informed him. "You better hurry up if you want a dance with me." I teased. His eyes shot open and he started to get dressed.

"I'm up, sweetling. No need to get rash." He laughed. I giggled and went to my closet. The doors flew open when I approached them. I was in search for a proper dress for the dance. It was ten thrity. I had an hour before the dance started. I could do this.

Anthony's POV

"Would you like to dance with me, Daphne?" I asked politley, reaching my hand out. She looked at me and then laughed.

"Please." She rolled her eyes.

"Please?" I asked her, once more. She sneered at me, and walked away.

I woke up with a yelp. I looked around my room. Everything was ok. It was just a dream. A knock at my door sounded. "Anthony, may I come in?" My mother asked. I scampered up to the green door and opened it quickly, letting her in. "I heard a scream. Are you alright?" She asked, her eyes worried. I nodded my head.

"Bad dream." I answered, laughing nervousley. She nodded.

"Alright, well. You should get ready. The dance starts in an hour." She reminded me. I grabbed my outfit from my armchair and got dressed as mother went to get dressed herself.

Alice's POV

"Come on, children. That includes you, Tarrant!" I shouted through the halls. I watched as my husband and children stepped out of our rooms. I smiled. Daphne was dressed in a red sundress, with buttons running down the middle. Her hair was up in a bun, styled the same way mine was on my wedding day. She wore red stilletoes on her feet. She looked so...mature. My little girl, she was...not little anymore. Well, size-wise she was. Not personality wise. Cameron stepped out behind her. He had a black tuxedo on, with a black bowtie. He wore a white undershirt, and black dress pants. (I know in the link its brown, but I like black.) His hair was combed down and gelled back. He looked charming. Finally Tarrant stepped out last, wearing his usual three peice suit. His hat rested on his carrot head. I smiled.

I looked down at my own white sundress, with light ruffles at the bottom. I wore white high heels and my hair was straightened down. Tarrant and I linked arms and our children followed us down to the dance.

A/N: I'm putting the second part in another chapter. Up later, thanks!