Prince Stephan

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After I had taken a bath, I went to my closet and looked at the dresses in it. I pulled dress after dress out and didn't find a single one I liked. They were either too frilly and girly or too poofy and goofy looking. When I had given up, I sat at my venue and brushed through my wet hair, in my silk robe. I heard a knock on my door and yell "it's open" to whoever was at the door. I turn to see Chelsea coming in with something in her hands.

"I thought you might want something less formal for tonight," she said as she placed her package on the bed. I set my hairbrush on the desk and went to my bed. It was dress cover zipped up to the hanger. I carefully unzipped the cover and pulled out a black dress that came to my knees. It had a white bodice in the front and tied up to the top. There a black belt, white belt, and a brown belt. I picked up the black dress and saw that it showed the top of my cleavage, it had long sleeves but they were attached underneath my armpit so it would show my shoulders.

I placed the dress on my bed and saw that there was another dress inside the cover. It was a white dress similar to the black dress except a little more revealing. It was shorter, about an inch and a half higher above my knee, and it showed a little more cleavage than I'm used to. Instead of a white bodice it had a dark forest green bodice with gold ties and brown belt with a golden buckle. I took the dress and placed it in the wardrobe safely tucked behind a gaudy purple dress.

I then proceeded to put on the black dress making sure that it fit properly and covered everything. I decided to leave my hair down making it wavy by standing on the balcony and letting the wind blow it then brushing through it. When it came closer to dinner time I decided to put on a pair of my riding boots. I slipped on a pair of worn brown riding boots that were comfortable and easy to move in.

I made my way to the banquet hall and was surprised to see the strange man from earlier sitting to the right of my father. As I walked in both stood and the stranger even scooted my chair back from the table so I could sit. After I was seated the man sat beside me, in between my father and me. Across from me I saw that my step mother and sisters are eating with us tonight. My step mother a sickly pale color was dressed in a tight puke green dress. Her daughters dressed in similar pink and purple poofy dresses that hid their figures well. I had let my mind drift as the men made conversation. It was improper for a woman to speak unless spoken to and I was in no mood to talk anyway. I was brought out of thought when my father spoke to me. "Alaina!"

I snapped to attention,"Hmmm? What did you say father?" I asked feeling a little embarrassed. Everyone's eyes were on me and I squirmed under the unwanted attention.

"This young gentleman just asked you a question." he said fixing me with a glare that told me I was being horribly rude. "I'm so sorry for her. She is young and tends to forget her place. She's a fast learner though." my father said to the young man sitting next to me.

"It's ok I understand. Those of young age tend to be very unfocused, but they grow out of it. I know when i was her age my mind was on other things as well. Besides she will have time between now and our wedding day to learn how to hold herself." said the man. I had started tuning them out again but the words 'OUR wedding day' had struck me as odd. I turned my head so that I was able to see the mysterious man out of he corner of my eye. He had taken off his cloak and had a fresh crisp white shirt on but from what I could tell he still wore the same pants.

The man turned his attention to me and I shifted my gaze so he wouldn't see me looking at him. "Are you excited for our wedding dear?" he asked, placing a hand gently on top of mine, stroking his thumb over the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry but you must be mistaken. I'm betrothed to Prince Stephan of Sterlington." I said pulling my hand from out from under his, letting it fall onto my leg and sliding down.

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