Here is a picture of Princess Isabella
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“ Should I wear this?”
Talia looked at me holding a salmon pink dress.
“ It’s nice.” I smiled. “ I didn’t know they let us join the ball.”
“ Yeah, they do. Just in special days though.”
“ Was it the princesses birthday?”
“ Yeah, how do you know?”
“ Just… a guess.”
“ Are you coming Riley?”
“ Umm, maybe I will,”
“ Okay, we are going than,”
I nodded. The maids were all going to the ball. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to see someone die.
“ Who are you?”
A young girl was standing in the door. She was beautiful. She had a white, puffy dress. She had a messy bun and a tiny crown. She had brown eyes and brown hair.
“ I’m Charlotte, madam.”
“ And, why don’t you go to the ball?” she smiled.
“ I… don’t have a dress.”
“ Oh, that’s not a problem,” she giggled.
I smiled. “ Excuse me, who are you?”
“ You are new aren’t you, I’m Isabella, Princess Isabella I guess. Call me Bella, though.”
I smiled showing my teeth. Oh, why did she have to be so nice? I had to tell someone what happenned.
“ Wait for me.” She said. I nodded. She walked out the door and came back in a few minutes. She had a red dress in her hand.
“ Here, wear this.”
“ Are you really doing this for me?”
“ Why not?”
“ I mean, you have your party in a few hours, and you are royal!”
“ So what? I’m human too.”
“ Yeah but…”
“ Just, take it. And don’t question.”
I shrugged. “ Okay, thanks. I’m Riley, by the way.”
“ Okay Riley, nice to meet you.”
Than I realised, I have just told her my real name! This was bad.
“ But, call me Charlotte. Everyone calls me Charlotte. My name is Charlotte. Not Riley, forget about that, that’s a silly name. Charlotte, right?” I said at the last minute.
“ Okay, Charlotte.” She giggled and waved. I waved back and she went out.
I looked at the red dress. I guess I was going to the party.
“ Milly, stop!”
“ What? I couldn’t hear you?”
“ Give it to me, please!”
“ No, it’s pretty, it doesn’t suit you.”
I looked at my pink shoes. Why did she have to be so mean?
“ But, maybe I can give it to you, if you beg me for it. On your knees.”
I sighed. “ My mom gave it to me, she said it was important.”
“ I guess you should’ve been more careful about it then,”
“ Milly, please.”
“ On your knees, know.”
My eyes started to burn. I had to do it. I had to beg to her. I slowly sat on my knees. I looked at the floor.
“ Look into my eyes,”
A tear came right down my right eye. I moved my head up and looked at her. She was so evil.
“ Please, give it to me, please Milly, I’m begging you.”
She smiled. “ Now, that’s better. Now I’ll consider giving it to you.”
“ But, but you said you would give it to me!” I couldn’t hold my tears anymore. They started running out of my eyes.
“ You’re just a baby, aren’t you?”
“ Hey, Milly, what’s going on here?” Oh, there was my saviour. Miss. Lindsey.
“ Nothing, Miss. Lindsey, I was telling Riley how beautiful her toy was.”
Miss. Lindsey frowned. She looked at my wet eyes. “ Is that what exactly happenned, Riley?”
I looked at Milly. She was giving me a look that froze my blood. I remained silent. Miss. Lindsey came closer to me and she leaned to me. “ Riley, is there anything you want to tell me?” I nodded. She smiled. “ Okay than, go on.”. I pointed at my toy. “ That’s mine.”. She looked at Milly. Her face was as red as a tomato. “ Milly?”. Milly leaned over my toy. “ There, Riley, and Milly,” she looked at her. “ Come with me.”
I smiled and looked at my toy. What a beautiful merry-go-round it was.

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Love From The Past
Ficção HistóricaAbout a girl who accidentally travels to the past. Will she find 'true love', or will she embrace a big problem?