Cinders of Revolution

Chapter Three

The Regime's announcement blared through the static-filled speakers that dotted the city. "Attention, citizens of New Elysium. You are invited to a grand ball at the Citadel. Attendance is mandatory for all higher-status individuals. This is an opportunity to celebrate our unity and strength."

Mara's eyes lit up with a greedy gleam. "Bianca, Selena, we must prepare. This is our chance to elevate our status."

I stood in the doorway, feeling a pang of longing. "What about me?" I asked, knowing the answer but unable to keep silent.

Mara sneered. "You? You have no place at such an event. You'll stay here and tend to the house."

As they left to gather supplies, I was left alone, the weight of my isolation pressing down on me. The transmitter Felix had given me felt heavier in my pocket.

That night, as I cleaned and prepared the house, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of injustice. My stepmother and stepsisters would attend the ball, basking in luxury while I remained a prisoner in my own home. The holographic transmitter in my pocket was a cruel reminder of the world I could never truly be a part of.

When Mara, Bianca, and Selena returned, they paraded their new outfits before me. Mara's voice was filled with smug satisfaction. "Look at these, Ella. Aren't they magnificent?"

"They are," I replied through gritted teeth. "How did you afford them?"

Mara's smile faded, and her eyes narrowed. "That's none of your concern. Just remember your place."

Bianca and Selena giggled their laughter like nails on a chalkboard. "Don't be jealous, Ella. Not everyone can be as fortunate as us."

I clenched my fists, the injustice of it all burning inside me. But I knew better than to fight. My chance would come.

That night, as I lay in my small corner of the house, I activated the transmitter. The holographic image of a beautiful gown enveloped me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to dream. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way for me to attend the ball and escape my miserable life.