Modern Love {A Cinderella Retelling} ✔️

Chapter Fourteen

Amelia, Petra, and Noah had been going through the different candidates for her chance of meeting her lover but every single person she met was nothing more than a joke or someone who wanted to play with her feelings. None of them were giving her that same spark that the boy at the dance had given her. They sat in the middle of the mall and were mainly going through each candidate. However, deep inside, she knew that he was out there. There had been only one person note accounted for and that was none other than Brock. But he hadn't made an appearance in a while. Hell, he hadn't even texted her.

"Amelia," Noah complained. "We've been going at this all day, we need a break,"

"You guys go ahead and take a break," Amelia responded. "I want to find him,"

"Girl, I know that he's important to you, but we've seen a hundred guys already," Petra responded. "If he shows up then he will,"

"Fine," Amelia frowned. The trio got up and began walking away.

"Hey!" a voice called from behind.

They turned and found Aston approaching them waving his hands. Amelia frowned and rolled her eyes. She was already exhausted from seeing all the men, but this guy wasn't going to let up. Amelia cursed under her breath expecting Aston to use the words that he was the one.

"He better not say anything," Petra said. "I'm going to punch out his lights if he does,"

Amelia, Noah and Petra walked over to him.

"What do you want?" Amelia asked.

"I want to audition," Aston responded. "I'm the one you're looking for,"

"Prove it," Amelia said. "What song did we dance to?"

Aston hadn't expected Amelia to ask him about what song they danced to. Hell, if he knew, he was too busy scarfing down all the food at the party. He thought back to that night trying to remember what song it was.

"Wasn't it Carry on My Wayward Son by Neoni?" Aston questioned.

Petra and Noah were stunned as they hadn't expected someone to get that unless it was the person who danced with Amelia. Aston smirked thinking that he had one, that is until Amelia approached him.

"What was the name of the song that the stranger sang?" Amelia asked.

Aston fumbled over his words. Unable to say anything.

"Thought so, now get lost, I'm tired of hearing all this," Amelia stormed off followed by her friends. Aston frowned and turned on his heel. If Amelia would not listen to reason, then he would have to figure out who was there the night of the dance. His main thought was Brock. But that couldn't be possible, especially if Brock had been busy at the house. Unless... Aston ran out of the mall and jumped into his car, a yellow mustang and drove back to the house. He waited until Brock wasn't in his room and saw him heading toward the horses. With his only chance being right in front of him, he parked the car and took off into the barn. The lights were completely off as he slowly entered the room.

Quickly, Aston searched Brock's entire room until he walked over to the dresser, the maple wood dresser and pulled the bottom drawer open. At first it looked like nothing more than his underwear and he was about to give up until his eyes landed on something sticking out from underneath Brock's boxers. Digging through, Aston removed a black blazer and a white t-shirt from the drawer. Suspicion began to get stronger, there was only one other option that he could think of.

Aston narrowed his eyes and poking out from the trash can had been the remnants of none other than a wolf mask, like the one the stranger had on at the party. He snatched the mask and took off for the house before Brock could enter his room.

Brock finished feeding the horses and walked back to his room. However, when he entered, his entire room was littered with all his belongings everywhere. Panic settled in his stomach as he ran for his dresser going through the bottom drawer only to find that his blazer and white shirt were missing. He looked in his trash and discovered the mask was missing as well.

"Where the fuck did, I put them?!" Brock exclaimed.

"Looking for these?" A voice said.

Brock turned swiftly and discovered his stepfamily standing in his room. Alaric held in his hand, his outfit from the dance. Standing on either side of him was Aston with the evilest smirk on his face and Stella his flipped her hair over her shoulder.