Chapter 4

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<<<August 31>>>

"Please", Noah and Aunt Amber begged me. 

"No", I said with 0 emotion in my voice. "I cant", i whisper as I lower my head.

"You can", Aunt Amber said as she lifted up my head.

"Even if I could I don't have a dress or mask", I argued.

"Leave it to  your mice", Noah said smiling.

"But I have to be back by 12:00 pm or else the evil twins will catch me", I said referring back to my stepmother and stepsister.

"Don't worry your pumpkin carriage will be waiting for you at 11:45.", Noah says excited.

<<<An 1 hour later and maybe just a little fairytale magic>>>

I walked out of my bathroom in my bedroom aka the attic that Tremaine shoved me in last year after my dad died. She had given my beautiful room to Joy. I looked in the mirror and saw a girl I haven't seen since before my dad married this poor excuse of a women. In the mirror there was an image of a girl in a white dress with a mask on covering part of her face. I took of the mask and it reveled, me. 

"Wow!", a man's voice said. I turned around to see a masked Noah wearing a black and white tux. 

"I thought you said balls are overrated.", I stated.

"I was 6 and it was before I knew my best friend would be the Bell of the ball", Noah said.

"I thought you said I was Cinderella", I remarked.

"You are", Aunt Amber said through her smile. "Your dad would be so proud of you never forget that", she continues. 

"How do you know", I whispered.

" Because you are beautiful. You are kind.  You are you", she say looking straight into my bright green eyes, "Never let Tremaine, Joy, or anyone else tell you anything different. Promise me", she continues holding out her pinky.

"Pinky Promise", I say as a newly formed smile appears on my face.

"Ready to be the Bell of the ball", Noah asked me.

"Ready as I will ever be", I say a tad bit hesitant.  

                                                        

                                                                         ~sallbrooks


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