Denial

ch. 36

The feeling of dread and doubt fills my entire being, just the thought of my suitor potentially being Harry; Scares me beyond my wits. All he's ever done is build me up just to break me back down, I was stuck in a trance of lust and denial whilst being in his grasp and I hate the aftermath of that fictional feeling.

I can't believe anything that comes from him, everything he seems to be, isn't real to me. His aura of presence always seems to suck me in, but I won't and can't let it happen again.

- Present Day (Saturday) -

On my whole way back to the castle, I couldn't help but keep the "Harry being my suitor" mentality. I wanted so badly to ask my mother and forbid her to match me with him if my assumptions are correct; It'll ruin me. Plus, he's already got himself a brunette barbie. As we're driving in, a mob of men with cameras start flashing like mad once they see that my car has arrived.

"Hurry hurry darling! We need you to fit into that dress for tomorrow!" Regina scurries as soon as I walk into the huge double doors of the Castle. I grab onto her arm as she's rushing towards my bedroom, leaving me behind.

"Regina, what's the hurry? What's the big deal about this dress anyway?And why are there so many people outside with cameras?" I ask now finally caught up with her.

"No time for the questions now dear. We've got to fit you into that dress. The whole world has found out about your big come out and they can't get enough of you" As the words flow out of Reginas' mouth so casually my mind goes blank.

'They can't get enough of you'

Those 6 words keep repeating and are engraved in my mind as Regina hurries me into our dressing room hall. I've never had this much attention focused on me, it has always been for my mother. Always.

"Here, my dear, is the big deal with the dress" Regina announces as she pulls a plastic tarp off of the dress I'm supposed to wear for the ball, off of a mannequin.

My mouth is agape as I stand there in awe of the blue sparkly Calvin Klein dress. I couldn't possibly pull off something this revealing, could I?

"Regina, wow. This is amazing, absolutely gorgeous. But there's only one problem" I say slowly sitting down on the couch in front of the dress as I eye it carefully.

"What can there possibly be wrong?"

"I'm too flabby for this dress. I can't, I can't make an entrance looking like the Troll Princess of England" I murmur standing up ready to leave and demand for a new dress. It's beautiful, but I'm just afraid I won't fit into it.

"You must be joking, or even crazy. This dress would look perfect on you, please just try it on" Regina begs as she unhands it from the mannequin.

"Fine but if it doesn't fit, clear indication that we need to change my meal plans" I chuckle as I give in, this dress better fit.

***

Fifteen minutes, fifteen long minutes pass by as Regina and I struggle to make the dress fit perfectly. I'm on my wits end, about to give up entirely when I hear Regina huff in satisfaction.

"There pretty girl, all done. See told you it's a fit, you look stunning!" She exclaims bringing her hands up to her face, seeing evident tears threatening to spill.

"C'mon Regi, don't cry on me now" I say pouting whilst I motion her to hug me. Regina is so much like a mother figure to me, she's the only one who's been there through every situation and giving me advice. I don't know what it'd do without her.

We're in a long embrace until we hear a light knock at the door. Regina whispers for me to carefully take the dress off since nobody can see me in it until the ball tomorrow.