﹙ 𝐯𝐢𝐢 ﹚ princes and princesses

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𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 . . . drēm
༢ ͎۪۫ ༊ ❛ 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ノ 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. ❜
▇ ¨. ༢ ͎۪۫ ༊*·˚ ╱ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 ❜
. . . ➾ ˗ˏˋ enchantments , night skies , kisses ࿐ྂ

 ➾ ˗ˏˋ enchantments , night skies , kisses ࿐ྂ

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      𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐓. She'd enchanted Ben, making him fall in love with her, and even gone on a date with him. With every step, the VKs were inching closer to stealing Fairy Godmother's wand and fulfilling their parents' wishes.

      The whole plan was coming together, but the pressure had grown heavier each day. Beneath their determination was a nagging anxiety they all tried to ignore. They wanted their parents' pride — needed it, really — and that's why they'd come to Auradon in the first place.

      "Okay, we all know what this looks like," Mal said, leaning over a blueprint laid out on the dorm's table, her eyes intense as she gestured to the layout. "So, we'll be on the dais under the Beast's spell jar, and we'll enter here." She pointed to an entry point. "I'll be at the front. You guys will be up on the balcony."

      Elizabeth nodded, trying to appear confident. "Okay," she whispered, glancing at the others for support.

     "Carlos?" Mal looked over at him next, waiting for him to confirm his part.

      Carlos's eyes lingered on the blueprint before he nodded. "Right. I'll find our limo and make sure we have a way back to the Isle once we get the wand."

      "Perfect." Mal handed two small spray bottles to Evie and Elizabeth. "Evie, you and Lizzie will handle the driver. Two sprays, and they'll be out like a light. Lizzie, you'll also keep watch. If anyone interferes. . . you know what to do."

      Elizabeth took the bottle, her fingers brushing over its cool glass. It felt foreign and heavy in her grip, like the weight of her choices, and a pang of doubt thudded in her chest. She knew they needed to do this, but a part of her questioned the path they were on.

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