Forever After

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"What do you think she wants to talk to us about?" Briella asks.

We are currently on our way to a meeting that Mary called for all maids to go to. Even when asking around, nobody seems to know what she was going to say.

As we took our seats, everyone was clearly confused and a little nervous about what was to come. Are we being told that they have to let half of us go? 

After a few minutes, Mary, the head maid, burst through the door in her usual businesslike manner.

Mary stands at the front and announces, "Ladies, I'm sure you have been wondering why I brought you all here today. I have just been informed that we are hosting a ball in a little less than a month on October 17th for the visiting royals of Arabella."

Gasps filled the room while whispers broke out in excitement

"Please quiet down," Mary responds. "As I was saying, this ball is quite last minute so we will have to be working nonstop up to the actual event. It's going to be hard work, but it will also be a good learning experience. This ball must be perfect to make a good impression on our visitors. The work starts right now and I will have all your jobs posted. We are on a time crunch, but I know we won't let the the royals down."

With that, she whisks out of the room and goes right back to working. I swear Mary doesn't sleep, she is the most dedicated person to her job I've ever seen. I can only hope that one day I can have her work ethic.

"The royal family of Arabella!" Briella squeals. "There's a handsome prince around James' age and his 13 year old sister. I need to meet them!

"You mean you need to meet him?" I respond with a smile.

"Okay, okay, okay, you caught me," Briella said with her hands up.

"It's fine as long as I can be your bridesmaid at the wedding," I reply with a smirk.

"Only if I can be the bridesmaid at you and Prince James' wedding!" she answered giddily.

"Ssshhhhhh, Briella not so loud! If one girl even slightly gets the idea I'm trying to 'steal their man,' I'll wake up with no hair! And I just got that maple syrup out that Jemma dumped in my hair two whole weeks ago," I whisper .

I glance around frantically to make sure nobody heard our conversation. Some of the girls here are ruthless, and by that I mean Jemma. She will literally do anything to get what she wants, and that's the prince. Even though nothing is going on, if she thinks something is, consider me already laying in a coffin. She is still wearing those ridiculous blue heels she had on the first time I met her, claiming it was because blue is Prince James' favorite color. How her feet haven't fallen off yet is beyond me.

Somehow, I know that his favorite color is actually in fact maroon. I still don't understand how I even found myself in that situation where the prince and I sat on the ground cleaning up water.

"Speaking of the prince..." Briella says while wiggling her eye brows in a knowing way. 

"What?" I reply, trying to act oblivious

"A little birdie told me you have a music lesson with a certain someone," Briella said smirking.

"Briella," I said defeated. "It's not that big of deal."

The thing is, I was having trouble keeping myself composed about tonight's music lesson. Anybody would though, it's the actual prince. I don't want to fall on my face or break all the guitars while he's trying to teach me. Why is Prince James offering to teach me anyways?

Being the good friend she is, Briella noticed I was not in the mood to talk about the situation and dropped the subject.

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