The days following the ball were filled with tension and unease. Mara, Bianca, and Selena returned, their excitement quickly turning to suspicion as they noticed my unusual silence.
"Ella, what happened while we were gone?" Mara demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"Nothing," I lied, my heart pounding. "Just the usual chores."
They didn't believe me, but they couldn't prove otherwise. I spent my days working tirelessly, my mind constantly drifting back to the night of the ball and the prince's enigmatic smile.
Felix kept me updated on the Regime's movements. "They're looking for you," he warned one evening, his voice tense. "The prince has been asking questions."
I felt a mix of fear and excitement. "What do we do?"
"We lay low," Felix said firmly. "And we plan our next move carefully."
Despite the danger, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, the prince would find me. And when he did, I would be ready.
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Cinders of Revolution
Science FictionIn the glittering city of New Elysium, opulence and decay walk hand in hand. Beneath the holographic façades and towering spires, Ella, a young servant, toils away under the cruel eyes of her stepmother and stepsisters. A tyrannical Regime rules the...
