She's Not Cinderella

A Date with Willy-boy

***A/N*** I'm so sorry guys, for not updating for weeks and weeks :( I was considering dropping this, but I had withdrawal symptoms! The reads have doubled since I last posted, so thank you so much :3

Have a scone for your efforts ***

Adeline PoV

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Jordan was the most hilarious person I had ever met.

Ever.

As soon as he stepped into the room he made am impact with his retina-burning pink flamingo print short sleeve shirt and streaky pink quiff.

And my, what plans he had for me.

"So basically, Adeline. We've got this whole 'princess' look. But it's not quite iconic. What we need is british pride! This."

He showed me a sketch of a girl, presumably me, with flaming red locks careering down her back, wearing a crown and a short, tight looking Union Jack dress with a flowing back like a cape and an English Bulldog at her feet on his pink iPhone.

"...is iconic." he finished with a flourish, grinning so wide his cheeks looked like they were going to fall off.

"That certainly is... Iconic..."

"I know!" He said (or squealed...) "Now, I know you have school, but we can't fit that into the schedule, so..." he swiped over to a schedule. "I've gotten you top university professors as private tutors!"

My eyes widened. What just happened? I turned to William, but he didn't seem to be listening, staring darkly out of the window.

"O-okay..."

"No need to thank me sweetheart, just leave it to me, your biggest fan! Now," he said, not allowing me to interrupt,

"I've arranged all your school subjects, plus..." He spread his arms out wide.

"A... Dietician, voice coach, gym trainer, personal shopper, house keeper, fashion consultant, lawyer or six, dance crew, makeup team, food taster, personal chef, tailor, chauffeur, therapist, dance instructor, piano teacher, modelling assistant, trailer crew, lighting consultant, and doctor."

he prattled off in one breath.

"Phew, I'm glad I got that over with. I was worried I wouldn't be able to remember!"

I giggled. This guy was just naturally hilarious. He frowned.

"Is something funny going on behind me?" he turned around comically to see Will.

"He is a funny one. I wonder why he's so down in the dumps."

"He's on his periods." I laughed and Will shot me a glare whilst Jordan laughed.

"That explains it. Anyway, we'd better be off to..." he checked the schedule. "Dance practise!"

He scurried off, with me at his heels and William, finally.

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Dance practise was absolutely miserable torture. Basically, it was a beautiful blonde instructor telling me 'Stretch your legs' 'feel relaxed' 'stay with the rhythm' 'don't speed up' whilst Jordan failed at flirting with Will, who was recording me with his camera phone. For two hours.

So maybe I wasn't a great dancer.

Petra assured me 'I had the figure for it' 'I would be dancing like a pro in no time' but one redhead was less than convinced.

I plodded out of the dance-floor miserably to Will, who had lightened up and was smirking at me, and an overexcited Jordan who was squealing about me having a dancing career and going on 'Strictly'. I thought my teacher was strict enough.