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"Wow," Angela whispered, her chocolate eyes the size of saucers in amazement. "Candace, you're a miracle worker,"
A light blush graced her naturally pale cheeks as she grinned sheepishly into the mirror in Candace's bedroom. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was wearing a strapless long, deep purple dress with a flower made of fake jewels that's 'roots' spread down the dress. What astounded Angela was that she was wearing it and she didn't look completely hideous. Angela, the farmer, was going to a masquerade. 'I can't believe it,' She thought 'I always thought the only dress I'd ever wear was the one to Candace's wedding!' She put on a simple matching mask, that covered the top half of her face. 'With the mask on,' She smiled, gazing at her 'I actually don't look ugly!'
"Candace, thank you so much!" She hugged her stepsister tightly. She felt lucky to look half as beautiful as the bluenette did. Candace wore a simple, white, short-sleeved dress with pale blue flower circling ever edge. It suited her perfectly.
When Angela was younger, she had felt a slight jealousy towards her stepsisters. Luna had beautiful thick, pink-purple hair and Candace had long, elegant blue hair. Both had deep sapphire eyes. Angela considered herself plain and ugly, with limp, boring brown hair and ordinary run-of-the-mill brown eyes. Plain. Boring. Unnoticeable. Invisible.
But just for tonight, maybe things would be different. It was an invigorating and terrifying thought. Tonight, with this mask on, she could be anything she wanted.
X.X.X
"Oh don't you look beautiful!" Lucinda exclaimed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she gazed at her daughters. Luna grinned behind her decorated mask, and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Candace blushed and fiddled with her thumbs. Lucinda narrowed her blue eyes and asked sharply, "Where's Angela?"
"Here," A voice called as a slender figure in purple hurried down the stairs.
"Mother!" Luna screeched when she saw her stepsister, dressed and ready for the masquerade. "Angela can't come with us," She crossed her arms and pouted. 'She's trying to get Prince Gilligan all to herself, so I'll be stuck on this stupid farm for the rest of my life,' She thought angrily.
Lucinda, agreeing with her youngest daughter, ordered, "Angela, go up and change. You have to mind the farm while we are gone. We wouldn't want your parents' farm getting robbed, now would we?" She hoped to guilt the rancher into staying. She knew how the girl cherished anything of her parents'. And it wouldn't do if the Prince were to take an interest in her, because, as much as Lucinda hated to admit it, Angela was good-looking. 'But not nearly to the same extent as Luna. She'll be queen one day, I can tell,'
"But, Lucinda, please? I-"
"Go and change now, Angela. Don't be selfish; it's your duty to look after the house,"
"Mother, please," Candace said quietly "Let Angela go. She deserves it,"
"If you don't shut you mouth, you won't be going either," The mother threatened and the bluenette became reluctantly silent. "Angela, go upstairs." She ordered sternly.
"Please, Lucinda. I've never asked for-" Angela was cut off, when a furious Luna grabbed the back of her dress and pulled down sharply, ripping the fabric.
"Oops," She said sarcastically, a smug grin stretched across her face "It mustn't have been good-quality,"
The soft, brown eyes of the farmer, widened and filled with tears as she turned and sprinted up the staircase. Candace looked after her sadly, but knew she needed time alone. She sighed and looked down. 'I should have done a better job on Angela's dress. I'm such a terrible seamstress. I hope she won't hate me...'
X.X.X
"That little mmph!" Before the angered Witch could utter the curse, the Gale clapped his tanned hands over her gutter-mouth. "Well she is!" She argued when her mouth was uncovered.
"You said... you knew this was going to happen," The Wizard stated.
"Yes, but I didn't think she'd be that... that... that... UGH!" Vivi screamed, unable to find words that wouldn't result in duct tape across her mouth.
"Well, then...let's go help her..."
X.X.X
"I'm such an idiot," Angela mumbled into her lumpy, damp pillow, between loud sobs. She had changed back into her farming clothes. She had heard the others leave half an hour previously in the carriage. "Why do I even care? I wouldn't have liked it there. I don't even know how to dance," She comforted herself, half-heartedly. She didn't need to go to balls anyway. Who wanted to dress up in uncomfortable clothes and listen to hundreds of girls screaming about marrying the Prince? Not her!
"Dun dun dun dun!" A high-pitched voice sang as two loud thumps sounded behind the girl. "We're here to save the day!"
"...It's night," A deeper voice said, tiredly.
"I don't care! It's an expression," The other said angrily.
"Well it's... wrong!"
"Idiot!"
"Who's the idiot here...?"
"You are, idiot!"
By now Angela had turned around and was observing the two strangely-dressed figures bicker childishly. They were both dressed up in halloween costumes and both appeared to be very worked up over the small disagreement. She still couldn't grasp why they were in her home in the first place. Something about saving the night...?
"Can I help you?" She finally asked, tired of their shouting.
Only the woman turned to her. The woman's eyes widened and she stomped on the man's foot with her hard, black shoes. He turned and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Alright, Angie! We're here to take you to the ball!" The woman exclaimed leaning forward on her hip, with glee evident in her mischievous orange eyes. A strand of gray eyes fell over her pale face and she blew it away, angry at it for ruining her pose.
"What do you mean?" The brunette asked ,sceptically "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
The man scratched his dark, sandy, blonde hair. "You may call... me Wizard... This is the Witch Princess,"
"I was friends with your mother," Witch Princess grinned. Angela raised an eyebrow. She didn't look a day over twenty. "We've been waiting for FOREVER for this night!"
"We wish to help you..." Wizard added. "You... deserve it,"
The farmer frowned in thought. Two oddly-dressed strangers, who claim to her know her mother when they look the same age as her, show up at night and say they want to take her to the ball. As much as she knew she'd regret this, Angela agreed. "Why not?" She smiled, ruefully. What did she have to lose?
"This will be great!" The Witch screamed, hugging the farmer tight.
"You will... enjoy the ball very much," The Wizard stated. "You will need a dress though..."
"Yes, every girl deserves to wear a nice dress and have a night of dancing and fun with a special person," The Witch said, suggestively, looking up at her companion and Angela knew she wasn't who the Witch was talking about.
"Yes, Angela will have... fun," He nodded. contently.
"Agh!" The Witch exclaimed in frustration. She growled and taking out a wand, waved it over Angela once and mumbled something incoherently. "Men are oblivious, so let's make you obvious!"
Angela gasped as she felt her clothes change. She now wore a tight, sleeveless, blood red dress that barely covered her...dignity. Her shoes became knee-high, black, leather boots with red laces. 'She really is a witch!' The brunette thought in shock.
"Witch," The Wizard said calmly, coming to the poor girl's rescue "She's not going to wear that," He clapped his hands together and her clothes changed again.
It became her favourite colour green and grew down to reach her feet, but stayed slim. Lighter green lace covered the dress from the waist down, while the top half was intricately decorated. Her boots became pale green heels.
"...Fine. It'll do," The Witch Princess finally agreed. She waved her wand and a matching mask covered the top half of Angela's face.
"Let's get going, girly!" The magic-user grabbed her hand in her own pale palm and dragged her down the trapdoor, stairs, hall and out of the house. She picked up an old broomstick that was leaning against the wall and hopped on. She motioned for the brunette to do the same. "Don't be shy. You won't fall off... I hope," With those oh-so-comforting words, Angela gingerly sat on the broom and clutched the Witch tightly. "I'll be back soon. Mind the house for us?" She called over the shoulder to the Wizard as they zoomed off into the crisp Autumn night.
'I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die!' The brunette squeezed her eyes shut, terrified. She had never been so frightened in her life, flying high above the treetops on a delicate sweeping brush.
"Here we are!" The Witch announced, throwing her arms into the air. "Er, Angie? You can let go now,"
"Sorry," The farmer apologised, stepping onto the solid cobbled stone path with a sigh of relief.
A/N: I loved writing this chapter, it was so fun. The witch practically writes herself, the wizard tags along afterward. REVIEW OR ELSE I MAKE ANGELA LICK HAMILTON'S HAIR! You have been warned!