Cinderella's Fate | 🤍 seongjoong 🤍

Chapter 39

Yeosang's POV

The scene played out like a dream:

    As we arrived at the ball, we took a great amount of time staring at the surroundings. A place that only your dreams will have allowed you to step foot. The same dream that most common people wished to work in if they graduated from top universities in the country. And now, with all the decorations, it was breathtaking. I looked around, taking in the chatter, the faces, and the food until my eyes landed on the main couple dancing.

    We were late to the ball and had missed the selection for the first dance. For me, it wasn't a big deal, I had no desire to marry at such a young age with someone that I had just met, and I could say the same for my brother Wooyoung; but, for our mother, it was a different case.

Her obsession with the status of the royal family has caused us so many grievances.

    Before I feel in the spiral of memories, my eye widened in recognition. I used my elbow to get the attention of Wooyoung in which he replied with small protest. Just as he was about to return the gesture, his eyes followed my finger and his expression matched mine.

    It was Seonghwa in a beautiful dress. It looked like the previous model he had made before our mother's rage turned them to pieces. As we watched Seonghwa dance with the prince, I recalled the moments in which we would gather in the living room to model the dresses and any garment he had made , talking about the future. For him, this was a dream come true; a dream from his adolescence, which fizzled out once he got older. He deserved to have a moment of happiness.

    While waiting for them to finish, we decide to camp by the refreshments. Wooyoung and I kept it polite, as not to appear savage while picking different delicacies. I didn't want some strange rumours to reach our mother's ears.

    However, not even 10 minutes in, the door barged open, to which both of our heads wiped towards it , still holding a handful of small plates. We both looked at each other before looking back.

    It was our mother, leading the troops, pointing her finger. We sprang to action, frantically putting down the plates and brushing our clothes, before she would head over to us. But she didn't, our mother's finger were aiming at our older brother, sending the guards in his way. He fled from the hall, disappearing in one of the hallways.

    Wooyoung, upon seeing the commotion, didn't hesitate to go pp to the guards and I, hoping to avoid the situation until the chaos had subdued , staying on the sidelines for support. Hoe veer, I found it strange that the guards seemed to ignore his presence, words, and actions to get them to stop running after our brother.

Not even a glance and he was thrown to the side.

    Our mother had disappeared among the chaos, reappearing next to the king and queen. We got closer to overhear the lies she was spreading about our family situation, painting Seonghwa as a criminal.

     We tried to intervene, more like Wooyoung indirectly trying to post a good image on Seonghwa, however the conversation ended without getting our message across, and our mother had her chilling smile plastered after bowing to them. We knew that smile, it was the same smile that got us into the house and the same one got them to do her evil deeds.

"Well, boys, our goal seems to be closer than ever", she celebrated. "Now, make sure you get a chance to dance with the prince, okay?"

We nodded fearfully before heading towards the rest of the guests.