The Choosing

Chapter 24//: The mysterious man in the mask

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♕✿~♕✿~Chapter 24//: The mysterious man in the mask♕✿~♕✿~

"No,no, no. I am not going to do this."

My hands clenched by my side, I stare at my maids apprehensively as they approach me with excited glints in their eyes.

"Miss," Tiffany starts.

"We know His Majesty has banned you from attending the ball," Lacy states.

"But we spent so much time making your dress for this event!" Sam says, her voice going into a wail at the end of the sentence.

I purse my lips and cross my arms. "I'm sorry, guys, but I think it be wise if I don't participate in your devious plan." The king's word from earlier comes into my mind: The next time she does something, I want her send back home immediately.

But my words are ignored as my maids press closer to me. In response, I back away from them as much as I can.

"Miss. You will go to this ball whether you like it or not. Our hard work will not be ignored by everyone!" Lacy exclaims.

I raise an eyebrow. "Are you ordering me?"

"Yes, I am. Miss." Lacy quickly adds the last part out of habit.

I pause. Then, I walk past them and jump onto my bed, face planting in it.

"Miss! I ordered you," Lacy whines like a small child. I find myself smile at her tone. I push myself around so that I am laying on my back, facing my maids.

"Well first, you're my maids and I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to order you. Second, I'm ignoring your order as a rebellious teen," I state before turning back around and planting my face in the plush pillows.

I've planted my face in a lot of pillows in this place, if you haven't noticed.

I hear a sigh, when I suddenly feel someone pull me. I yelp as I fall from the bed and land on my bum. Ow. That really hurt.

I glare at Sam, who pulled me, but we both break into laughter as we stare at each other.

"Why did you do that for, Sam," I say in a fake whining tone while smiling. Same smiles back at me.

"Miss. Please. We've just worked so hard to make this dress. The fabric is from Piedmont! Please." Sam's lips become pouted and she stares at me with puppy eyes.

"We just want people to see you in this dress. Is that a crime?" Tiffany whispers.

The mood suddenly becomes tense as Tiffany says this.

I sigh. "I would love to, but the king banned me from going, remember?" But my maids smile at this.

"Well, it is a masquerade ball," Lacy points out. I furrow my eyebrows, confused by what this means. Then I realize: I would wear my mask. No one would recognize me.

As I contemplate this, my maids grab a dress from inside my closet. When I see the dress my maids prepared for me, I'm ready to cry.

It is made out of bouncy, blue fabric. The sleeves are the type of sleeves that hang off of your shoulders. A silver mask with blue decorative curls is attached to the impossibly beautiful dress.