A/N: the inspiration for this actually came from my physics class xD Enjoy peeps!
I'm the wax. Semi-clear, with artistic touches in between- just like crystal. But a whole lot softer, and eons away from beauty. I'm the cheap one, the fake, the useless. I'm what they call a cheap ripoff.
Look at me. Dark hair in a long, long braid that stretches far past my shoulders, eyes that shine in the light, clothes that make me seem like a rich business man's daughter- except I'm not.
The hair? It's a curse. They called me all sorts of names, the witch, rapunzel ripoff; they said that I was actually bald and it was all just a wig, and they pulled it hard, some of it coming off. When I was still in school, technically I should still be, they used to force me to play retelling fairytales. Every time, they'd choose Rapunzel, and every time they chose me to be her. And then they'd get a boy to play prince, and whenever he says, "Rapunzel, let down your hair!" Everyone around would yell, "It's not rapunzel, it's the witch! She's got the wrong hair!" Soon after that they started calling it extensions.
The eyes? You can probably imagine what they'd say. They called them contact lenses, saying that no girl like me deserved to have eyes like a goddess's.
The clothes were all hand made, stitched late at night by me. They said my way of saving money was admirable, and that I was "such a daddy's girl, saving up like that". Only then they would add, "Oh of course, I forgot, you don't have a daddy do you?" And then they'd laugh. I'd had nightmares about their laughter.
I'm just a girl, kicked out of the school she fought to get into. My parents died in a blizzard, and there was no money left to pay for my school. Just like that, I never got to finish high school (A/N: this is Brit high school so middle for Americans). I learnt to live off my own talent, working as an assistant to a hairdresser at day and night at a restaurant/bar. And I learnt to enjoy those sleepless nights.
I walked up to the door of the Trio Course, a fancy place ran by three brothers. One was kind enough to let me act as waitress and make the cocktails. His name's Cilan, and he's the best of them. He's really nice to me, and to all his customers, and his cooking is superb. And every time I walk by him he smiles at me and- Wait, just forget what I said.
The front door was warm, bright and inviting, but that wasn't where I was heading. I turned and stepped to the side door, and knocked.
It was Chilli who opened.
"Evening, Iris." He winked at me. "Back again?"
I sighed. Chilli was too flirtatious for his own good. Slowly, I stepped in.
The restaurant was dimly lit, but at the same time warm and welcoming. It was clean, and the light reflected gave it a warm orange glow like a fireplace. People were everywhere, eating and drinking and talking- gabbling and gossiping. There was no better place for gossip than the Trio Course. Even though I'd seen it many times over, this place still left me in awe.
A warm hand on my shoulder took me by surprise. I turned round, and he smiled down at me.
"Hi, Iris." Said Cilan.
"Cilan!" I squealed. Like a kid, but he didn't seem to mind. He never did, with me at least.
"Nice outfit." He took some of the fabric in his hands and rubbed it between his hands. "Iris, is this silk?"
"Well, yes-"
"I didn't know you could afford silk." HIs eyes bore into mine.
"I- I bought the silk from a shop out of my wages."
"Iris, you really expect me to believe that?"
I sighed again. "Fine. I bought some silk worm cocoon things from a Chinese guy and I spun them."
"Such a masterpiece, for a handmade work..." He murmured, spinning round and taking me with him.
"Well, it did take ages."
"How long is ages?"
"Months." I replied truthfully.
"you could've taken longer."
"True, but I wanted the customers to have a pretty waitress..."
"Really?" He stares at me again, but his eyes are still warm, and still shining...Oh god. He was expecting me to answer. He knew the customers weren't the only reason I made this dress to wear tonight.
"Well... I guess you were part of that reason."
"I guess so." He smiles at me, and for that moment I thought the world had dissolved. Until someone called out, "Look at them lovebirds, taking the dance floor!"
I gasped, and looked up at Cilan. It was then I noticed the floor beneath us, and the music playing. We'd been dancing this whole time. Me, Iris, the girl everyone laughed at, was dancing with one of the rich, classy gentlemen that owned Trio Courses. And tonight. Tonight was dance night. Everybody would be dancing, and everybody was dancing now, thanks to us.
"You know, Iris, I'd always thought you were someone special." I'd always wished he would say that.
"You know, Cilan, I think you're someone special too."
A/N There you go, chameleon67 ! Hope you guys liked it! :D :D :D Feedback please, I'm not good at AU!
