Misora

Chapter 18

A few days later after Misora and Vincent chat. They haven't spoken to each other since. Misora would completely ignore Vincent, even if he was right next to her. But now, it is midnight outside.

Her eyes stared at herself, her hair tightly wrapped into bun. Her tiara placed on her head. Misora chest had a white corset, tightly pulled back. The corset was connecting to a white soft bell shaped was wrapped tightly on her waist, but down to her ankles it was loosed up. She had on white tights, and she wore pointe shoes.

A 'swan' is what Misora is supposed to dress up like. Today was the tradition dance, on her mother's birthday. In all honesty, Misora had completely forgotten her mother's birthday until Emilia told her.

Misora sat on a chair, still staring at her reflection. An old lady walked behind up Misora. "Are you ready for today?" Her voice was soft and shaky.

Misora turns her seat and faces the old lady, nodding her head. "Yes, but I am nervous. It's my mother birthday, and I'm just a little scared I'll mess up." Misora says, the old lady smiles.

"Your mother is the sweetest person I know. I don't think she will care." She replies, Misora blankly stares at her.

'Are we talking about the same mother?' Misora thought to herself, "I see,"

Another lady walked in, her face was sweating. She had her arms crossed, biting her fingernail. Her chest was rapidly beating up and down. "There's many more people then usual." She said, shaking violently. "Maybe because it's the queen birthday, or tradition? Maybe both?" The lady says, holding the red cover. She stares at everyone that we're sitting down or walking to the chairs.

"Misora," She pulls away from the covers. "You remember everything that I have taught you? Yes, yes?" Her hands holding Misora's shoulder.

"Yes, I remember." Misora said, the lady pulls away from Misora.

Misora peeks her head through the covers. There were more people, the whole village was there. Even some were from different cities, and planets. But Misora didn't mind it, she was looking for one specific person. Vincent.

As she found him, Vincent was already staring at her. Misora felt the steam off her face, her heart drop quickly dropped down to her stomach. She takes her head off the covers, holding her racing heart.

Even if Misora was still mad at Vincent for not wanting to stay here, she still loved him.

The lady walked towards Misora, holding her face up. "Do not tell me you are sick. Your face is warm and hot. Are you sick? To bad, your still performing today."

The lady was holding Misora face tightly, Misora takes her hands away. "No, I'm just... um, hot!" She says, the lady nods. "Your going up in minute."

Misora begins to stretch her legs and arms, warming up. As she held her right leg up, she thought about things. Things about him.

'Should I apologize for being selfish? It was a stupid thing to fight about. Either way, he misses his family. I shouldn't have yelled at him, and if I was Vincent, I would understand.' She thought.

"Princess, your up." A servant told Misora, she breathes in and out. She shakes her arms, and legs letting all the nervous away.