The next day in school, I meet up with Belle and Cinderella in the registration room as usual. They are hardly containing excitement as I walk in and when I do they practically run over to me and drag me to the privacy of our desks. They look at me expectantly.

"What?" I ask, slightly confused at what I'm expected to do.

"When were you going to tell us about your little friend?" Belle smiles knowingly.

"I- uh, told you about Rapunzel… Remember?" I smile.

"Wrong friend,"

"Okay, how did you know?"

"Are you kidding me? THE WHOLE SCHOOL KNOWS! Your popularity level now that STEPHEN walked you home is insane!" Belle squeals.

"Don't freak her out! It's not that big of a deal…" Cinderella smiles comfortingly.

"Not that big of a deal? I heard that it's a pretty huge deal. Every girl in the school likes Stephen… except for me of course, and Cinders… and Ariel – Okay, not every girl but you get the gist of it! Adam reckons that he really likes you, and he was going to ask Flynn because they were going to meet up about a deal they had and hopefully get some information out of him considering Flynn is Stephen's best friend but he was a no show," Belle gasps for breath.

"What do you mean he was a no show? That's not like Flynn," I ask suspiciously.

"Forget Flynn! What do you mean Adam was making deals again? I thought he'd changed!" Cinderella laughed.

"Some habits never leave," Belle grips her new book for support, pushing her slowly falling glasses onto her face.

"Guys, can we get back on topic!" I laugh. "All Stephen did was walk me home, and not even the full way home…"

"Brie, you can't hide from this! He likes you, and I know that you like him!"

"You… You do?"

"Yes… Everyone knows that you and Stephen would be an amazing couple-"

Cinderella was cut off by a group of girls walking into the form room, all except Ariel heading towards them. (Ariel took her usual seat and remained silently texting)

"There she is!" Aurora smiled. "Tell us about you romantic walk home,"

"It was hardly romantic," I mutter.

"Oh my… It's true?!" She squeals. "I thought it was just a rumour…"

"Nice going, Brie," Jasmine even pulls down her sunglasses when she says that.

"Yeah, who'd have thought that you and Stephen would be so adorable," Snow White laughs, her tattoos on show. Cinderella was right… Girl does need some standards.

There was a chorus of noise as everyone yelled questions at me. I'd never felt more claustrophobic in my whole life. There was a time when my mother died, after the funeral. Father left me to spread my condolences and in return accept any, but there were so many people: all crying and hugging me and telling me to 'stay strong' or 'Be a good girl'. I thought that would be the most claustrophobic I'd ever be, but the classroom seemed like there was no exit. At least we were outside then and there was some fresh air, but it felt as though all of the air was being pulled from my lungs.

"Brie, you okay?" I hear Cinderella ask.

I can't reply: there are too many people. There isn't any air left for me to even speak a reply. I feel someone grab my arm and drag me away, out of the classroom. It's Cinderella and Belle.

"You've gone pale, Brie," Cinderella being to fret. "Maybe we should go and see a nurse?"

"No, I just need air," I reply.

We are walking down a corridor when I see Stephen and Flynn walking towards us. Stephen smiles at me. "Just couldn't help but make a scene… typical Brie,"

"Oh yeah, at least I wasn't telling everyone about you walking me home… You have some serious fans." I fold my arms.

"What? I didn't… I only told Flynn."

We all turn and look at Flynn who smiles at us. "Dude, you never said it was a secret…"

"Talking of Flynn Rider," Belle cuts in. "Where were you? You made a deal with Adam and then you were a no show? Not cool…"

"Relax bookmark, Adam and I already talked it out and he said it was cool. I just explained about how I got lost and ended up on some sort of weird dirt track thing." He says relaxed.

I think of the dirt track near the trees. "Where did it lead?"

"No where… Well, no where important. Just a dead end: so I turned around and went home. I was too tired from the walk to find Adam's. But you need to relax, bookmark."

"The name's Belle, actually."

"Whatever." He begins walking off and Stephen gives us an apologetic smile before walking off.

"What a weirdo…" Belle takes my arm and starts leading me outside, with Cinderella helping.

"Something isn't right…" I think about his words.

'I got lost and ended up on some sort of weird dirt track thing' surely he doesn't mean what I think he means. Still… isn't that exactly how I met Rapunzel in the first place?

After the stressful day, I'm relieved to head to the Palace Mall for some Prom dress shopping with Belle and Cinderella. The attention was too much, and I was starting to see why Jasmine was so cold to people: I was starting to get like that myself. I walk through the front door and see the fountains of the mall dancing majestically. It was amazing to be there.

"Okay, here's what we should do: Shopping on top floor, shopping on fourth floor and shopping on the second floor… These are all the best Prom dress shops," Cinderella begins, pointing up to all the balconied levels. "Then we head for drinks on the third floor before heading to the Shining Shoes department shop on the top and by that time we should have another half an hour of free time before I have to be back to do my chores."

"Sounds like a perfectly planned evening…" I laugh, and we begin to take the escalators towards the top floor.

"Hey guys! Fancy seeing you here," Aurora's laugh comes from behind us on our way up the top floor escalators.

"Hey, Aurora… Prom dress shopping, I take it?"

"Naturally… I have to look the best." She says determinedly. "Anyway, got to go… I'm meeting up with an old friend, catch you later."

And with that she walks off. "Old friend, hey,"

"Oh, everyone has someone except me…" Cinderella sighs.

"I don't have someone," I say.

The both look at me. "Has today's events told you nothing? You have someone… I just want a guy who will be like… everything you've been looking for at once!"

"It's so much better than what you read about it books as well," Belle begins. "Adam and I can talk about pretty much anything and we'll be fine."

"So you guys don't argue?"

"Oh, we do. Adam still has a little bit of a bad temper sometimes but he's just showing how much he cares… We always end up back where we're supposed to be." Belle describes Cinderella's dream as if she could live it herself, which maybe she can. That is, if she ever finds the confidence to speak to Henry, i.e. the most charming boy in the year. "Oh, here it is!"

We scavenge through the shop, searching dress after dress for something to wear. Something red, something red, something red. This soon becomes my Mantua and I find myself repeating it in my head as I scan through the clothes: Nothing. We all look at each other, confused at why are dream dresses aren't here somewhere. Then, we look again, and again and again and again. And then we go to the next shop… nothing. So we look again; still nothing. My Mantua still vigorously beating in my head, I become determined not to give up. I look again, and again and again and again and again until I can't stand the sight of clothes anymore. I find something red, but it's very unflattering. I keep looking: nothing.

"Don't panic so much, guys." Belle smiles, ever the optimistic. "There is still one store left."

I'm not feeling very optimistic, and as we make our way down the escalator towards the second floor I feel like the entire trip has been a waste of time. Cinderella and I let out a pitiful sigh.

"There's the store," Belle sighs, happily. "Our last chance,"

The store doesn't look like much, the window displays being dull and boring with one of them being covered up by a map of the mall. I raise an eyebrow at Belle. I am having serious doubts, but Cinderella seems transfixed by the sparkling sign.
Fairy Godmother's
for all your clothing wishes

"This is it," Cinderella smiles. "I just know it."

We go inside where an old lady is making a dress in the middle of the room. There is a pale pink carpet spread on the floor that looks a little tired and rows of clothes. It looks as though no one has been in the shop in centuries. Cinderella looks around before going straight over to the woman.

"Excuse me; are you the owner of the shop?" She asks politely.

"That's right, just think of me as your fairy godmother," The woman laughed. "Now, you three are after Prom dresses right?"

"How did you know that?"

"Let's say it was a lucky guess, shall we?" She walks over to the other end of the shop and brings back more blue fabric before continuing with her dress. "You can have luck through all the shelves for a dress; hopefully you'll find something you like."

We all exchange a glance and set off in different corners of the shop, trying to find our perfect dress. Something red, something red, something- red! My hands pull on the red material and bring it out of the rack. A red one shoulder dress that feels as soft as velvet and shapes perfectly is in my view. I blink, trying to see if I'm dreaming when I realise that I'm holding my dream dress in my hands. It's perfect; not too big that you can't move but not so small that if you were to twirl nothing much would happen.

"Nice choice. There's a changing room at the back," the lady smiles.

I hurry to the back and slip into it. When I turn and look in the mirror, I feel and look like a princess; someone worthwhile, beautiful and all together shining like a star. I twirl slightly to test out my theory and almost cry: It's a perfect fit… my dream dress.

"Brie, are you there?" I hear Belle's voice.

I pull back the purple curtains and smile. Belle looks up from the dress in her hands and smiles before going into shock. She gasps.

"What do you think?" I twirl.

"Oh my… Brie, you've outdone yourself."

Cinderella bursts through. "Guys, look what I- Brie…" I laugh a little. "You look… amazing."

"I'll get changed now, so you two can try on your dream dress." I'm about to go and get changed when the lady walks in the waiting room.

"You've chosen a beautiful dress there, Brielle." She smiles.

"How do you know my name?" I ask, confused.

"Because… I knew your mother."

"You did?" I stand in shock. This is one of the only people who truly knew my mother. "What, what was she like?"

"Like you, when she was choosing her prom dress," She laughed.

My mother shopped at the same place. My mother, where she met my father, where they fell in love and she chose her outfit here… I can't believe it.

"You look like her," The lady smiles.

"I get that a lot," I laugh, trying not to cry.

"Now get changed… don't want you sobbing all over that dress of yours."

I get changed and wipe my eyes with a tissue I have in my bag in the changing room. I look at myself and try to imagine what my mother would have done, but I don't know her well enough. I didn't know my own mother well enough to know what she would do. But I know one thing: She shopped for her prom dress where she met dad and fell in love, at the same place I've shopped for mine. Her dream came true, but I don't know what mine is… but I know whatever it is, it involves this dress. This red dress that makes me feel worthwhile – a dress fit for a Princess.

So there's a little more information on her mother and a little insight on how quickly gossip spreads at the school. Thank you for taking the effort to read this, and although there hasn't been much going on yet I will introduce the main villain next chapter! I will again soon, but you can always leave me a review on what you want to see happen, maybe a princess who I could introduce to the story but as I said I have said before I have big plans for the story, and more princesses will definitely be revealed as it continues! :D Thanks again for reading!