Emily stopped dead. Her big brown eyes wide with shock. Standing in the Kitchen and into the living room was almost everyone. Jorge, Papa Lee, Minho, Sonya, Newt, Mr and Mrs. Isaac, Thomas, Gally, Jeff and Clint. Even Alby was there! Mama Lee slipped past her and went to stand by her husband who placed an arm around her.
Emily felt very overwhelmed. Her cheeks burnt with heat. Her natural response when it came to attention was to lower her head and shrink back.
"Ma Hija. My Beautiful Millie. Don't hide." Papi Jorge said quietly, he slowly got up and came over to her, he lifted her chin again. His kind gentle eyes looked at her with love.
"You deserve the world. I feel awful for all the years you were stuck in that wick woman's house. I am going to start fighting a lot harder for you. It looks like you have finally found a group of people who are willing to stand and fight with you and are not scared of the Paige's."
He cupped her cheek.
"Your parents are smiling down at you. You look like your mother, you have her smarts and gentleness. And you have your father's fighting spirit and ability to push on. Head up my princess. Or that crown slips."
"Thank you Papi."
He pulled Emily into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
"Okay, enough sentimental stuff, Imma cry all the fancy makeup off!" Emily said with a small smile, pulling away. She fanned her face trying not to cry.
"Jeeze it's like a bloody wedding day up in here, we're just going to a dance!" Sonya rolled her eyes and threw her hands up.
Everyone chuckled, including Emily. But today did feel like a very significant day. She had agreed to something so outside her comfort zone. Somehow everyone here had worked together for her, to make it special for her. After Emily got hugs from Mama and Papa Lee and from Mr and Mrs. Isaac and Newt and Sonya and Alby, even Jeff Clint and Thomas, and they all left with waves saying they would meet at the school.
Minho finally stepped forward. His dark eyes almost disappeared with his smile. It slid into the most sexiest smirks yet. He had a sharp black suit and white button up shirt.
"My my. My paper bag princess turns into Cinderella." He said quietly.
Emily froze. Her face went white and then red to white again. Her heart slammed into her chest and her lungs squeezed. Her stomach dropped, and a bucket of ice went down her spine.
Emily was frozen, she couldn't even open or close her mouth. Minho stepped closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm glad she took A7's advice." He smirked down at her.
Emily still couldn't fully function. Her brain was short circuiting. It all made sense. And she felt so stupid. And horribly embarrassed, like she wanted to melt into the floor.
"Min..ho...?"
"Yes, Princess?" He asked, moving even closer. His eyes sparkled in ammusment.
"Shuck." She finally managed to squeak.
"Nah, Emmy. It's adorable."
"But...but..."
"Shhh." He chuckled and kissed her forehead while she still sputtered.
"When...when did you figure it out?" She whispered.
"Yesterday." He chuckled.
Her brain was still trying to process that the person she bore her soul to, who she let her walls down, who she felt comfortable with anonymously was the same person she felt the most comfortable with in person.
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Fairy Tale
FanfictionYou've heard of fairy tales. You've heard of The Maze Runner. What happens when it's mashed together? When Emily's mother dies, when Emily is only a year old, from a drunk drive, her father is left to raise an infant on his own. He eventually remarr...
