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Chapter 3- Forbidden- Have we met?

I have decided to add titles to my chapters from now on. Yay! As you can tell, I am very talented at making title names (not.) This is a quote from the Taylor Swift song "Enchanted," (so good.) Now that I am done using a surplus amount of parentheses, ENJOY! 

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     Annabelle's P.O.V

     The lights flashed around my head as paparazzi (even some from Tomorrows' News) took pictures. I smiled and looked at the cameras. I probably look so dopey right now, I thought. Once we stepped inside the Grand Hotel, I took a sigh of relief. This was a private party, so no paparazzi could get in. 

     "Mom, any last advice?" I questioned my mom who was currently beaming at some celebrity. She shifted her gaze down to me and softly smiled. 

    "I don't really know, I can't really remember my first ball," she hesitated for a moment before adding on, "Just smile." She squeezed my shoulder before walking away.

     "Wait," I called to her. She turned around and walked back.

    "Yes Annabelle?" She asked.

    "Do I have to tell anyone who I am? I mean, I looked into that mirror and I didn't even recognize myself, how can anyone else tell?" I begged. I mean, I needed something to keep me occupied. 

    "I guess honey, do whatever you want. This is your night," she replied. I could tell she was being as patient as possible with me, but I could tell she wanted to talk to her celebrity buddies. So I quickly hugged her and said thanks.

    I walked to the ballroom doors, I looked in and saw a sea of humanity. I freaked, and ran to the bathroom. Once, I got there I collapsed onto a lounge chair to catch my breath.

    "First ball?" An elderly woman asked me. I turned to face her, I recognized her immediately, but only the face. I'm bad with names, what can I say? 

    "Yes ma'am," I replied quietly. She laughed, It was coming back to me. Gina something.

     "Well, believe it or not, I came to the first one of these. Four other people here, it was great." She mentioned, "Don't worry. Over the years, I have seen many young girls run into here. Knowing this, I made a habit to sit in here waiting for people run in here so I can provide reassurance. It's good to know that some girls actually worry about their career. The girls who don't come here or a some random corner, either are ridiculously brave or have no regard for their future," she informed me. I hung onto every world that she said. It measured me a bit.

     "Thank you ma'am, my name's Annabelle Wright..." I started, but was interrupted by her finishing it.

     "Future CEO of Tomorrows News. I've read some of your articles, you've got talent honey. You'll make history someday," I was shocked, surprised, pleased, and also disappointed. The last part must have shown on my face. Because  she chuckled and said, "Your outfit is fine, you aren't the only girl who wanted to be a mystery. But, I am good with identifying people. That little indentation on the bottom of your right jaw bone is what ticked me off." I reached up to the place where she mentioned and felt my little indentation.

    "How?" I asked, looking at her in confusion. She smiled and leaned towards my ear. 

    "I was the one who invited you," she whispered. "Now, go and have some fun. Just let go." 

    I leaped up and quickly said thanks. I ran past a girl in a forest green dress running into the bathroom behind me. I smiled and stepped into the ballroom. A few people looked up at me. I froze while they looked at me. Slowly, too slowly, they turned their heads back to who they were talking to. Okay, that was weird, I thought. I shook my head and walked over to the big buffet table. It was going on seven and I hadn't had anything to eat since noon.