Chapter 6: Grace

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Finally, we're moving to our own place now. Me and my parents lived with the Elrod's for four days and now everything is finally cleared. Even after I had asked my parents about what had happened, they just told me that I'm a child and shouldn't know this type of stuff. They really think of me as a child then why get a child engaged but then again I'm not complaining, I love my fiance.

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A month had already passed in the new mansion. These days I hardly see my parents. I think their too busy about finding those men who did all of this. Dad is okay but why is mom also busy. Don't jinx it Grace, good thing at least she's not with you or else my days would go on without having fun. She'll just tell me how ladies should act. Fuck being a lady, I'm a girl and I love it and that doesn't means I should be more and push myself. This room is bigger than my old room and it has a bigger closet so I'm happy.

I go out after having breakfast and walk in the garden. Then my eyes land on flowers. Ohhh pretty pretty flowers. I can make a crown out of them. I go towards the flowers and sit down picking them for my crown. I pick a few red ones and a few blue once. Then I see pink and white flowers and stand up to go towards them. I kneel down and pick them too.

My mind wasn't working straight to look for a bench because I just sat on the grass and started to make a crown.

If mom saw this, she would kill me. I'm going to faint, how dare my daughter sit on the dirty ground with her pretty dress. I imitate my mother's voice in my head and laugh. After a minute or so my flower crown was ready as I put it on my head. I get up to walk like a fairy princess towards the fountain and sit on it's edge. I look into the water to see my reflection and smile.

Like a real princess, Grace. You're like a princess of the fairy world. Is it weird for me to believe in fairies and wizards. Maybe, but that's my little secret. If only a portal will open and I can go inside it to the magical fantasy world. That only happens in fiction. Shut up, Grace. You can't be a princess of a fictional world. You're the daughter of a killer mafia. Boo Hoo bitch.

I look into my reflection and smile. I can still pretend though. I look around to see if anyone is looking and crossed my fingers and close my eyes and wish.

Dear fictional world, Please accept me and let me come into a world of fairies and wizards. Please... Please... Please. I can be anything as long as Xander is the prince and I get married to him in that world.

I slowly open my eyes just to find myself in my own garden. I sign and look around then back at my reflection. Well, at least I still look like a princess. If only I was actually a princess too. If I say that to other people, how will they react. My parents will probably tell me that I am a princess. Xander will say that I'm his princess... My servants will tell me that I am a princess and... umm. Bella the bitch is the only one who will tell me that I'm not a princess. I snickered remembering how she got nervous when I flirted with her.

I once again look around and stand up walking around the garden. I twirled one time feeling the wind on my face and closing my eyes pretending that I am a princess but I flinch when I hear a voice say my name. I look up to see a maid smiling a me.

"Yes?" I ask her. "Your dress is ready little, Grace" A dress? I decide to ask her "Why though?". "The Whitlocks hosted a greeting" She responded. So another party huh? Alright fine. I am pretty bored these days with no teacher coming and my parents not being around. I'm thinking like I have a choice. "Coming" I say as I start to walk into the building.

After sometime I get ready. These days I actually put in effort to get ready for these things. I go downstairs and look around to see if my parents are here but a servant comes up to me and tells me that the car is ready. When I ask about my parents he tells me that they'll come directly to the party. Well, that's disappointing but ohhh well.

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