Break the rules

Is this ACTUALLY happening?

The night was rough and cold. But the morning was FAR worse. For starters that were late for work and got dirty looks by the rest of the mind control staff. THEN Tia got caught snooping around by one of the waiters, Lydia Tink. Stephanie found herself trying on designer clothes in the wardrobe and dancing around. By the afternoon Emma was fed up with the girls.
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"Maybe you should try being a little normal." Emma whispered as she swirled her fork in the rice.
"Well I had no sleep last night! Besides you gotta have a little fun! Lighten up storm cloud!" Stephanie smiled.
"Are you serious, Steph. Should we be seeing Daniele today?" asked Tia. In a blink of an eye a guard was leading around normal people into the castle. They were on leashes, Tia could almost not help but laugh at them. The guard seemed to be walking towards the dungeons. The girls quickly finished their food and trailed behind the leashed people. The movement came to a halt.
"Now, I present the dirty prisoner!" the guard announced. The gate slid up and let the people through, including the girls which were to yet be spotted. They came right up to Daniele's cell and in command the group of people started spitting at Daniele. Tia almost tried to stop it all but Emma held her back.
"You know that they'll catch us if you go." Emma whispered. Tia responded with a small nod. As another huge group came in the guards ushered out the smaller group of people, as well as Emma, Tia and Stephanie.

The groups were now huddled together in a corner of the lounge room. It was pretty much empty other than a snobbish hipster reading on the other side of the room.
"I'm bored!" whimpered Stephanie, getting a glance from the hipster guy.
"Well that's not my problem." Tia spat.
"Girls, please ju-"
"Emma, this isn't your fight!" Stephanie said as she stood up and went right into Tia's face.
"Ever heard of personal space?" Tia snapped, pushing Stephanie onto the floor.
"Has your precious face met my fist?" Stephanie shouted, getting longer glances from the hipster as she threw her clenched fist towards Tia's face.
"Oh, please! You couldn't punch anybody!" Tia laughed, catching the punch with her right hand. The hipster started to walk towards them.
"Keep it down!" he shouted.
"I'm so very sorry about my friends behaviour." Emma said.
"You should be." the man muttered."Nobody in this day of age is together!"
"What do you mean by together?" Emma inquired.
"In my opinion being together means having a taste for something that the Lord may not like but he doesn't mind. Being together is going to the gym and being fit. Being together is listening to the rules. Being together isn't punching people." he replied. "Just to say a few."
"Ok." Emma just managed to say politely without letting her bottle of rage explode.
"Take the Lord's fiancé, Elizabeth." Emma's jaw dropped. She was about to start half laughing, her mother? Together? Pfft!
"Well we'll be going." Emma said walking out of the hot, small room.

"I couldn't stand that man!" Stephanie moaned.
"Me too!" replied Tia.
"Well I can't even look at him from now on! Even if we barely got to know him I have this rude feel about him." Emma groaned.
"Let's go clean your Mum's room." Stephanie said, attempting to cheer up her friends.
"Sure..." Emma said walking up the flights of stairs as slow as a sloth, OK, maybe a bit faster.

"Look! A gold envelope!" Stephanie pointed out.
"What do you think you're doing?" a lady that just came out of what seemed like nowhere said.
"Oh, we're here to clean." Tia replied. The girls casually cleaned until the lady left, always staring at the gold envelope that was gently placed on the bed.
"Yes! We can open it!" Stephanie screamed. Emma stood towards it and gently opened the flap and pulled out a sparkly invitation, which was twice as gold as the envelope.
It read:
Dear Elizabeth and almighty Lord.
Attached is the invitations for the wedding and the execution of Miss Daniele Sprill.

Emma pulled out two other slips of paper, one gold, one plain.
The gold one read:
I, the Lord, cordially invite you to attend my wedding on the 15th of June 1-6 o'clock. The wedding will be at 1 sharp (or the late guests will be in major trouble) and the after party at 3:30 sharp. Food will be provided by our 5 star chefs as well as exquisite drinks.
Yours truly, the Lord.

"That just gives us very little time to stop our problems." Emma sighed.
"You know how much I hate this dictatorship!" complained Tia.
"I know. But you should probably keep your voice down, mean, old Lydia Tink might overhear us." Tia hushed.
The plain one had in very sloppy hand writing:
You are invited to watch the execution of Miss Daniele Sprill. A grand party will be afterwards at 12:00 am with the execution at 11:30.
"Just great!" moaned Emma sarcastically.
"We still don't have a plan!" whimpered Stephanie
"True." replied Tia, twirling her hair around her finger.
"I've got one..." Emma said cunningly

•

"Cuffs around my wrists without a key, people spitting at me for being an outcast, being in prison for most of my life and not being to live my youth years. Do I really deserve this? I used to play in the fields with the bluebells my parents used to grow and the trees and bungalows. That one conversation changed everything. My mother called the men in black uniforms to come in and take me away. My Dad tried to fight them but got a broken rib while doing so. I was never close with mother but I'll do anything to see Father's face again. I never had friends so the whole prison thing wasn't a big deal to me but I missed my imaginary friend, Paulette. We used to tell stories, climb trees, cause trouble and share secrets. The only other thing I has closest to a 'bestie' back then was my pet bird, Tilly Willow Tweet. She used to sing songs with her sweet tweets which I couldn't understand. When I got sent away my mother probably ignored it. Now look at me! I'm going insane! Saying my life story to myself like I was being interviewed."