Descendants: The rise of red

Is this really my future?

Before classes, Chloe decided to stop by the dorm where Bridgette was staying. She didn't want to admit it, but she was worried about Red. Last night, Red hadn't slept in their room, and the only news Chloe had was a letter.
When she reached the door of room 303, Chloe made a vow to herself not to ask any questions about Red; she didn't want Bridgette to know she was worried.
She knocked on the door, and Bridgette, wearing her usual smile, opened it. She was dressed in a glittery outfit covered in pink hearts. "Chloe, I'm just doing the final run-through of my dance for Castle-Coming," she said, cheerfully humming. "Come in," she invited.
"I call it The Shuffle of Love," Bridgette said, spinning around and passing the deck of cards she was holding from one hand to the other, before putting on a pair of pink headphones that matched her room, her outfit, and her hair.
She began to dance, simultaneously performing magic tricks with the cards, but stumbled on the final part. "I can't seem to get this part right," she admitted, laughing. "But it's okay, I'll get it. Let me just clean up real quick," she said, bending down to pick up the cards that had fallen on the floor.
"Wow, your room is amazing," Chloe complimented.
"Thanks, it's just like my palace," Bridgette replied.
Chloe suddenly noticed a small heart-shaped mirror encrusted with precious stones on a golden nightstand. "Do you like it? It was a gift, it's been in my family for centuries," Bridgette explained.
"And what does it do?" Chloe asked, intrigued.
"It shows you the future. But I love surprises, so I don't want to know what my future holds—I already know it's going to be wonderful," Bridgette said, spinning around again.
She put her headphones back on and continued gathering the cards from the floor. Chloe decided to take advantage of the moment and opened the mirror, which revealed her future.
She saw the large garden of her castle, where she and her father were chained. The Queen of Hearts sat on her mother's throne, while her father kept shouting, "Where is she? Where is Cinderella?" A guard approached the Queen, handing her a pair of glass slippers. "Why?" the Queen asked, taking them in her hands. "Are you looking for these?" she continued, rising from the throne and approaching Chloe and her father. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER?" Chloe shouted, but the Queen didn't answer. She simply threw Cinderella's slippers on the ground, shattering them.
A bitter tear slid down Chloe's face. "Oh dear, I had her beheaded. Not so funny anymore, am I, Charming?" the Queen of Hearts taunted. "WHAT...NO...YOU CAN'T..." King Charming cried in tears as the Queen laughed maniacally.
Chloe closed the mirror, standing still for a moment, her heart racing. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The future the mirror had shown her was too terrifying, too devastating to be real. But the images were so vivid, so terribly detailed, that she couldn't ignore them. The Queen of Hearts' words still echoed in her mind, a cruel reminder of an impending threat.
She quickly wiped the tear that had escaped, trying not to let Bridgette notice. Bridgette was still gathering the scattered cards on the floor, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Chloe was experiencing. Bridgette was always so carefree, so sure that everything would turn out fine, that Chloe couldn't fathom how this girl could be the same tyrant the mirror had shown her.
Trying to compose herself, Chloe took a deep breath and left the mirror where it was, as if she had never touched it. But the vision lingered, imprinted in her mind. "It can't be true," she thought desperately. "It must be a mistake... a nightmare."
Bridgette stood up, once again holding the deck of cards. "All done!" she exclaimed cheerfully, completely oblivious to Chloe's distress. "How about I tidy up the room, and we head to class?" she asked, her smile as contagious as ever.
Chloe tried to smile back, but it came out weak. "I can't," she replied, her voice betraying her tension. "I have... things to do before classes."
Bridgette looked at her for a moment, slightly puzzled, but then nodded. "Alright, see you later then!" she said, returning to her cheerful demeanor as she placed the deck of cards in a chest locked with a heart-shaped padlock.
Chloe quickly left the room, trying not to let the panic inside her show. Once outside, she stopped in the hallway, trying to catch her breath. Fear was suffocating her, and she couldn't shake the image of her father, desperate and chained, with the shattered glass slippers in front of him.
"It must be a mistake... a stupid mistake," she tried to convince herself. But she knew the mirror didn't lie. She had to do something, she had to warn someone, but she didn't know where to start. And most importantly, she didn't want Bridgette or Red to know how terrified she was.
She decided she would keep what she had seen to herself, at least for now. She needed to find out more, to figure out if there was a way to prevent that horrible future—after all, she and Red were there for that. With a heavy heart, Chloe headed to her first class, but her mind was far away, in that once cherished but now haunting garden, where her life seemed on the brink of disaster. Moreover, she couldn't stop worrying about where Red might be.