She filled in the last flick of her eyeliner and brushed one of her curls off her shoulder, checking her angles in the mirror. She took a deep breath, and practiced her fake smile to herself. She breathed out heavily, and smoothed out her dress. Two hours, she promised herself. She'd give her mother two hours. Giving herself one last quick glance in the mirror she turned on her heel and made her way to the door. Opening it slowly, as to avoid any noise, she started to tiptoe out; the less noise she makes, the less attention is on her, and the less attention that is on her, the better. As she stood at the top of the stairs she could see the table set out pristinely. She took a step, one at a time; breath in, breath out, in, out. She reached the bottom of the red staircase, and heard all the chatter die. The burning eyes of all these strangers scorched into her, sizzling out all the words she thought she had. All she managed to muster was a small, weak smile.
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Ballgowns & Flower Crowns
Storie brevi"For all that it's worth, you were worth it in the end" xxx A story in which a princess doesn't really want to be a princess, and a prince doesn't really want to find a princess.
