Amelia Gold pushed open the long velvet curtains, wincing at the bright light that illuminated the room. Jack loved the sun - but on the contrary, Amelia despised it. She would much rather be curled up in her bedroom with the curtains drawn..but no matter. It wasn't about her today - it was all about Jack.
The young queen hoisted the front of her nightgown up to her ankles, sliding down the banister of the long staircase. With barely a thud, her feet that were covered with satin flats hit the floor. She scurried into the kitchen, where the palace servants were grinding away at the heavenly-smelling food. A soft smile graced her angelic features, and she turned right out of the kitchen.
She pranced into the ballroom with vigor, still clutching her skirt as she called orders for the decorations and placing of chairs and tables. It had to be perfect - for Jack. Hands clasped, she scurried up to the luminescent Lumietta, her head tilted down slightly to meet her eyes. "How's it going?" She asked, her voice soft. Lumietta replied with the sprite she always had - and that French accent added to the boldness. "But of course, Amelia," she spoke, waving her hands around. Amelia had to duck to avoid getting incidentally slapped. "It has to be perfect, Lumi, it has to-" "Go get ready or something, Amelia." Luminetta waved her off, scurrying over to some one who was messing with the satin tablecloths.
Amelia gently huffed, pouting her rose-tinted lips. She grumbled gently under her breath while she stomped away, and of course ended up knocking over a chair or two on accident. She was still getting used to normal human proportions.
She hurriedly stepped up to her closet, waving her hand to dismiss ballgowns that came her way. None were right - except one. This one was perfect.
It would be minutes before Jack awoke and got dressed. She was cracking her knuckles - a nervous habit - until Clarisse knocked her hands in a scolding manner. The dark, chubby woman was such a nag. And always pessimistic too.
And in just a few minutes, the beloved young Jack was dressed and heading towards the stairs. Nervous shouts and panicked shushes waved throughout the crowd of everybody -townspeople, palace workers, even royals from across the ocean. Amelia sent a glare to the entire group - and they immediately stopped. Even though she had changed from a beast to a breathtaking beauty..she could still shut people up with one look.
She waited at the bottom of the stairs, impatiently hopping from one foot to the other. She whined under her breath, a quiet sneeze leaving her nose. She had been sneezing throughout the entire day - she sneezed when she was nervous.
Jack made his way down the stairs, still yawning even though he was fully dressed and sparklingly handsome. When his left foot hit the last stair, the crowd let out a cheer of happiness. "Surprise!" They all yelled, and Amelia couldn't help but giggle at the look of shock on Jack's boyish features. She loved when he was happy.
Amelia stepped out infront of the crowd in the most gorgeous dress you've ever seen - a royal blue taffeta ball gown, sparkling gold peeking out the front and up the bodice. She looked luminescent - tulle wrapped around her shoulders, the silky taffeta shining and shimmering with the light.
The ballgown gently brushing against the floor, she stepped up to him and curtsied deeply. Doe-like eyes tinted with ivy peeked up at him, shimmering with excitement and childish joy. "Happy birthday." She whispered, a bright smile across her face.
She watched as a grin eased on to the face of her lover, and she grabbed his hand to pull him on to the dance floor.
It was two hours before they had finished dinner and the waltz started. She rested her dainty hand in the large palm of her lover, the other hand gently clutching the shoulder of his gold suit.
As they were spinning around the dance floor, they were interrupted by a beautiful - yet ghastly sight.
The gorgeous figure of their worst enemy was standing in the doorway. Mademoiselle Antoinette, with a saccharine smile, was staring them down.
Amelia's heart dropped. This day would not be ruined by some jealous Bitch. She wouldn't let it - it would be too disappointing. "Leave, Mademoiselle. You are not welcome." She said, her head tilted up slightly.
The ebony-haired goddess let out a chuckle of amusement. "You're still with her, Jack? Even after everything we've been through, you're still with that dog? Please tell me you at least got her a leash."
Amelia blinked away tears of pain. "How hurtful must you be before you get out of our sight?" She said lowly, her hand curling into a fist. "Leave us!"
The young woman tapped her chin in mock-thought. "Hm..no." Sheathing a glimmering sword from her belt, she continued to knock over cups and decorations - she destroyed the scene.
That is - until Amelia grabbed her by the curls and dragged her out. By then, people had evacuated. It had become to chaotic. Amelia trudged back in, and with one woeful look at her husband, she scuttled up the stairs and into the West Wing. She stared at the stars, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. She just wanted it to be perfect for Jack. She just didn't want to be a screw up.
She was always a screw up.
