Another Cinderella Story

Chapter four

Here we are, standing behind the grand doors. Just seconds until they open and all eyes would be on me.

Now I know why Emily was nervous, I'm going to be the center of attention!

But there's no turning back.

"I owe you so much more than just doing your homework." Emily joked.

I let out a small laugh. "Don't worry, I'll figure out what I want after this."

And after Emily gives me a small smile, I hear Ben, our head guard, announce my arrival.

"HEAR YE HEAR YE! OUR BELOVED, PRINCESS EMILY, HAS ARRIVED" Ben shouted.

I gulp.

Suddenly, a straight line of light hits my left eye. Then slowly, my whole face is exposed to this blinding light.

My vision goes back to normal, I then see over 2000 eyes staring at me at once.

I give out a dashing smile and start making my way down the grand stair case to meet with my father waiting for me.

This made me nervous, me and Emily may be twins but we have something different. And no it's not the gender part.

We have beauty marks on the opposite side of our faces. Mine is on my left side while Emily's on her right. So I'm praying my father doesn't notice.

I finally get to my father as he reached out his hand for mine, I grab it.

"You look absolutely gorgeous my darling." My father says, looking at me with his ice blue eyes.

"Thank you, father." I smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is time to dance!" My father announces.

He looks at me one more time before leaving and heading towards my mother, taking her out to dance.

I was alone for a moment before Ashley comes running towards me.

"You look beautiful Sa- Emily!" She corrects.

"Don't worry, I almost forgot I was Emily when my father said I looked gorgeous." I laughed.

"Ahem."

I jerked a little, before I turn around staring at a tall, pale man with brown eyes. His hair was light brown, he has freckles and- a big nose.

"Allow me to be your first dance m'lady." He bows while sticking his hand out. Who said I wanted to dance with you?

"Why certainly." I agree, can't come out as a bitch.

As we dance, he smelled like pumpkins. I hate the smell of pumpkins.

He also had his hand way too low for comfort. Is he a pervert?

I could also hear him breathing through his mouth, which is perfectly fine in some situations, but not unless I could smell his nasty pumpkin breath.

This song can not end any sooner.

But it wasn't too long of suffering until I feel another hand touch mine.

"Greetings Princess, care to dance with me instead?"

I looked up at the mystery man, only to end up looking down.

If this were Emily, she'd still be taller by an inch.

He has golden eyes, black curly hair and tan skin. He's a good looking guy, but he's 5'5 at most.

"Yes of course." I agree.

I look over at the other guy.

"Thank you for the dance."