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GONE SOFT

{14} 𖣔 Jazzy 𖣔

I made a promise to my father, and now a promise to myself that I would get everyone off the Isle to seek revenge on the royals that had left us to rot.

And now was our chance.

I walked into the large church on Ali's arm, the paparazzi snapping photos of us both as they yelled questions.

"JAZZY, WHO DESIGNED YOUR DRESS?" One yelled, their hair cut into a short bob with a red bow in her hair.

Snow White.

Evie's mother spent most of her days back on the Isle chewing off Snow White's tale and blaming her failure on her idiotic huntsman. I knew the story well.

"Evie Queen." I smiled, twirling to showcase the dress.

"Ali, why choose Jazzy- the next Jafar to ruin your story?!" Another asked, and I saw Ali mumble something before he coughed and smiled at the camera.

"She's not her father." Ali answered simply, tugging me along as he tried to escape the cameras. Once inside, we took our seats in the front row.

This was it.

Everything relied on this.

Mal joined us shortly after, her nerved getting the best of her as she fiddled with a ring on her finger.

"Ben knows that I spelled him." She said simply, and my eyes widened as I tightened my grip on Ali's hand and then dropped it.

I felt my cheeks flush pink as I turned to face her, my green eyes locking with hers.

"What?" I hissed, my eyebrows raised.

"I know too, by the way." Ali's voice whispered, his breath on my neck, which happened to cause an electric shiver thay vibrated down my spine.

"Wait how-" I asked quickly, turning back to him. 

"When I picked up your necklace, that day above the lake." He explained, a small smile on his face.

Instinctively, I reached for my necklace, fiddling with the glass. "So- you've just been faking your feelings for me since then?"

He reached for my hand and picked it up, removing the golden ring on his finger and slipping it onto mine. It was heavy, with his family crest engraved into it. He leant down to kiss it and my eyes followed his, "I haven't faked anything."

The trumpets began playing like a fanfare to his words as the doors swung open, revealing Prince Ben.

I shook myself out of the trance Ali had placed me in and focussed my goals on getting the wand which looked so captivating under it's glass dome.

Innocence is the last thing I need right now, and that meant no romance either.

But Ali... no I couldn't do this to him. I couldn't ruin his best friends day and leave him in the dark about it.

Mal raised her hand and showed me her ring, in it the Beast family crest was engraved. I copied her movements and showed her Ali's ring that fit perfectly round my finger.

"I think it's a prince thing." I whispered as Ben approached the platform. We both giggled under our breath as we turned our attention back to the wand.

The wand. The wand. The wand.

It was all that I could think about, getting the wand and saving my dad from eternity on the Isle.

And then there he was again, his hand on my thigh snapping me from my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, "Ali?" I whispered, checking he could hear me and no-one else could.