Cinders of Revolution

Chapter Four

As the day of the ball approached, my stepfamily's preparations reached a fever pitch. They flaunted their new, extravagant attire, obtained through underhanded means and connections with the Regime's corrupt officials. Mara's smug satisfaction was evident in every word she spoke.

"Ella, make sure our dresses are perfect," she ordered, tossing a pile of delicate fabrics at me. "We must look our best for the prince."

I worked tirelessly, ensuring every stitch was perfect, every hem immaculate. The bitter taste of resentment grew stronger with each passing day. Bianca and Selena's cruelty reached new heights, their taunts and jabs cutting deeper than ever.

"Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to attend a ball," Bianca sneered as I ironed her dress.

"Don't hold your breath," Selena added with a malicious grin. "You're destined to be a servant forever."

I said nothing, biting back the retorts that threatened to spill out. Instead, I focused on my work, channeling my anger and frustration into the task at hand. But as the day of the ball arrived, the injustice of it all became too much to bear.

Mara, Bianca, and Selena left for the Citadel, their laughter echoing through the empty house. I stood at the door, watching them disappear into the distance. The transmitter felt like a lead weight in my pocket, a cruel reminder of the life I could never have.

Desperate and determined, I sought out Felix in the underground market. He was working on a broken drone when I found him, his hands deftly maneuvering the delicate components.

"Felix, I need your help," I said, my voice trembling with urgency.

He looked up, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, Ella?"

"I need to go to the ball. I can't stay here any longer," I explained, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Can you modify the transmitter to project a different appearance?"

Felix's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? It's risky."

"I'm sure," I replied, my voice firm. "I have to do this."

Felix studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I'll do my best."

We worked together, Felix tweaking the transmitter while I watched anxiously. "This should work," he said finally, handing the device back to me. "But be careful. If anyone discovers your true identity..."

"I know," I said, gripping the transmitter tightly. "Thank you, Felix. I owe you everything."

"You don't owe me anything," he replied with a smile. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I will," I promised, feeling a surge of determination.