First, I'm so sorry I've been late in updates! Carpal tunnel syndrome and a slight fever kept me away from my computer. On a side note, I got a 3.8 for my finals! Yay! *clears throat* Ok, now we're finally getting somewhere! Emily's on her way to the palace in this chapter, and there may be a lil' twist in the next chapter or so. Well, it's Emily. I don't think we expected her to just mope around; she'd take matters into her own hands. Thank you so much to LacytheRomanWerewolf (you're the best! :D), SouthunLady, Guest, Rugbygirrl and anlemi for reviewing! Read and review lovelies; your feedback means the world to me! Enjoy!
"No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true." ― Walt Disney Company
Of course, the fairy godmothers could not allow the nefarious Ian "Valhalla" Doyle to harm a hair on their fairy godchild's arm, for what good fairy godmothers would? And so, with a wave of their wands, Jennifer and Penelope turned the infuriated cat into a horse. With a chaperone, of course…
A grey horse stared grumpily at the two fairy godmothers but a swift kick from a snorting dark horse next to him had Doyle, now a horse whinny and snap straight up. Ian Doyle would never admit it, but the mouse known as Elle scared him, more so now that she was as large as him. Elle whinnied gleefully at her friends and winked. She certainly would make sure the evil pet of the Lapdog Beth did his job obediently. A kick to his ass would definitely do the trick should he decide to act out.
Derek chuckled and gave Penelope a hug, "You certainly know how to rein in a guy, Pen. Not that Doyle's a man." He wrinkled his nose, apparently disgusted by the thought that the cat could possibly be human. Penelope beamed up at him, proud at his praise. "Oh don't just thank me, sugar, Jennifer had the idea in the first place. It was a team effort." Jason hooted his approval but they were all startled by a sharp whistle. Turning their heads, they saw Emily standing there with a perplexed look on her face.
The brunette waved her arms about, almost in hysterics. "All right, I accepted the fact that the two of you are fairy godmothers and that you have wands and wings but now you're turning animals into humans and a cat and a mouse into horses? Am I going mad?" JJ glided to stand by the bewildered woman, smiling sympathetically at her, "You're not going mad, Emily. You have to believe that magic does exist in this world, and that Penelope and I are just two beings capable of magic. You're a good woman, Emily and you deserve all the happiness there is. For once, just live in the moment and stop worrying." Penelope grinned and bounced on the balls of her feet, nodding enthusiastically, "Jen's right, sweet cheeks. Trust us; we'll take care of everything and make sure you get your prince tonight."
Spencer cleared his throat then, tucking a strand of curly hair behind his ear. "Uh, not to disrupt anything but uh, have either of you noticed that Emily is lacking suitable footwear?" All eyes, including Emily's, turned to her feet. Jennifer blinked and smiled sheepishly at her, "I apologize Emily, I suppose we have neglected in procuring shoes for you." Penelope tittered and bustled over to the women, tapping Emily's head with her wand. "Pish posh, Penelope does not forget anything. First, your hair. You simply cannot go to the ball with that hair." She tsked as she held up Emily's limp hair, shaking her head, "This simply will not do!" With a poof, Emily's brown hair was piled up elegantly atop her head, silky and slightly curled. Inlaid between the dark strands of her hair was a silver hairpin embellished with a dusting of rubies.
Another wave and a pair of the most gorgeous glass slippers appeared on Emily's dainty feet. Emily breathed and raised her left foot slowly, as though the glass slipper might shatter if she moved any harder. The delicate glass shimmered as the moon light hit its panes, and the two fairy godmothers glanced at each other, a joyous smile on their lips. Their Emily was ready.
Derek clapped his hands and broke everyone out of their reverie. "We better get going if we want Emily to reach the castle in time. Mama, the glamour please." JJ smirked and twirled her wand before Emily's face, "Way ahead of you and Penelope, Derek. There you go." Emily blinked and stared at her hands, expecting some drastic change. "I still look like me." Jason hooted, irritated that he had to be left out of the conversation. "Will someone please let me speak human?" Penelope grinned and tapped Jason on the head, "One human speech, coming right up."
The owl sighed and straightened, "I hope you understand me now, Emily." The brunette just nodded; she would deal with the headaches after she's met Aaron. Jason hooted, "Good, now the glamour works only on the people who do not know about it. Your looks actually remain the same, but to the people in the castle, you do not look as though you are Emily Prentiss. Your task, really will be to tell your Prince who you are and hopefully, sweep him off his feet." Emily's face coloured slightly but she nodded determinedly. She was going to get Aaron tonight, Beth be damned.
Penelope's face turned serious then, "But you must remember, Emily, that you must leave before the clock strikes 12." Jennifer chimed in, equally somber. "Should you fail to leave by midnight, everything will turn to tatters and dust. The magic will be no more." Emily stared at them, suddenly quite frightened. "What if I fail to get Aaron to recognize me by then?"
Silence filled the front yard before Jason hooted softly, extending his wing to brush it against Emily's shoulder gently, "Let us not worry about that first, Emily. I shall be accompanying you, to ensure no one stands in your way." Emily felt strangely relieved that the wise owl would be by her side; she knew Jason would make sure that at the very least, Aaron would have some inkling as to who she was under the glamour.
Jennifer touched Penelope's elbow and gestured to a bright round pumpkin lying innocently on the ground, "The carriage, Penelope." The bubbly blonde brightened a little and she nodded at her counterpart. "On three, Jayje." A mist covered the pumpkin and to the delight and astonishment of everyone present, the pumpkin grew and grew until a beautiful white carriage stood before them. Gold gilded the edges of the carriage, and delicate ivy stems with roses at the end were scattered across the body of the carriage. Inside the carriage, red velvet lined the interior, complete with red silk curtains that shimmered and shined.
Derek and Spencer led horses Elle and a disgruntled Ian Doyle to the front of the carriage, setting the harness securely on them and Spencer proceeded to climb up to the driver's seat. Derek turned back to Emily and bowed gallantly, shooting a brilliant white smile at the laughing brunette, "My lady, your carriage awaits." Emily smiled and curtseyed, taking the dark skinned man's hand, "Thank you, kind sir. Come along, Jason, will you ride with me?" The owl let out what sounded like a laugh and hopped onto Emily's shoulder, "But of course, dear child. Jennifer, Penelope, thank you for your help. I shall see you again soon." The blonde duo waved at Emily and Jason, and Penelope beamed brightly at them, "Oh good luck Emily! Knock the socks of your Prince!" Jennifer rolled her eyes and raised her voice to be heard as Spencer nudged the horses to a canter, "Remember, Emily! You must leave by 12 or everything shall be gone! Good luck!"
And it is with a racing heart and butterflies within her stomach that Emily, along with the wise Jason, faithful Derek and Spencer, fiery Elle and reluctant Ian Doyle set off to the castle to win the heart of her Prince Aaron. The clock is ticking, and as the brunette tries to gather her courage to tell her love how she feels, she swears she hears the giggling of two fairy godmothers floating down from the air. And so continues the tale of Cinder-Emily to win the heart of Prince Aaron and show the Lapdog just how far out of her league she was.
She believed in dreams, all right, but she also believed in doing something about them. When Prince Charming didn't come along, she went over to the palace and got him. – Walt Disney