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March 8th came quicker than any of us wanted it to. All of this was making my anxiety skyrocket.
I wanted to run away from all of this I have a dream and this isn't it. Let's be real here I'm not meant for gowns and crowns.
I belong in the kitchen that's where I long to be. Ever since I could walk I was always helping my mother bake. My childhood was different when other girls were talking about becoming singers I was baking cookies to bring to the classroom.
A knock pulls me away from my thoughts. I couldn't even make myself move. "Honey are you ready?" My mother asks.
I nod my head and run to hug her. "I'll be back as soon as I can" I whisper in her ear.
I pull away and look at her with soft eyes it's almost as if we both know we won't see each other for quite some time.
I walk up and pull open the door I see what seems to be a butler. "Miss L/N?" The man asks.
"Yes, that's me" I huff out. Without uttering a word he gently grabs me by the arm and escorts me to the limousine.
I enter the vehicle and make myself comfortable. The butler pokes his head in front of the door "Miss we will arrive at the castle in 30 minutes, please make yourself comfortable" he says. Without saying anything I nod my head.
Every passing second is just one step closer to the palace. I could feel myself start to tremble from anxiety.
