Prince Matt x Cinderella Tamara (Blue and Purple Rose)

Ch.5-Shining Stars -(Part 2)

No POV 

The ball room had begun to fill with well dressed parlor patrients and lovely big gowned gals. The three out of four brothers were in the back, the throne room discussing something important.

"Do you think she ran off?" Asked the short browned hair prince.                                                                          "Well, maybe she was startled by helping officially opening the ball." Said the blue colored crowned prince.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 "Well we have to go out there before officially stating the ball."

They all exchanged serious yet confused galances before leaving the throne room and be greeted by a loud rour of clapping hands and simultaneous bows and curries.its was almost impossible to see Matilda, Ell and Tori as they walked in the ball room. Matilda swooned immediately to the princes just for the looks alone. Ell acted to feel the same, almost barely pulling off a believable performance.

7:50p.m

Maids were rushing with food in the hands preparing a wonderful feast, butlers and parlor maids and soup makers and suit makers were all helping to hurry and finish setting the almost indescribable delicious smell and tasteful food cooked. Tables were prepared and a special table with seven chairs. One for the the king and queen, one for each of the brothers and one for the beloved of one prince.

8:10p.m 

Everything was now prepared, done and cooked. They were waiting to officially start the ball with prince Matthew and lovely and vividly beautiful Tamara. "We will start the ball in a moment, for we will not only be starting with the four princes, but also the secreted beloved of one of the young princes. Everyone cheered and and clapped. Except for Matilda and Tori. "Why are you clapping Ell? One of them is now taken! Ell pauses in fear and a moment to think of a witty say. "Well, it's only one of the princes, right? W-we still have three more options.!" Said Ell, being barely convincing with her stuttering. "Alright, I guess it makes no difference, but do not stutter, class requires beauty, not sympathetic words." However, Ell immediately doubted that.

8:45p.m

The three ladies walked into the dining room. "Well, this is certainly an amazing day to be. Tamara would never have been able to do something like this." Tori said rudely and insultingly mocking. Ell hid the anger she felt.she was about to punch her own mother, but something stopped her. It was a weird, cold, yet warm feeling. About Tamara, about her dad. She could not stoop any lower than them, which would be lower than hell itself. She stayed reasonable and believable. She hated it... she hated talking bad about the person who suffered for god knows how long. Never knew her mother, barely knew her father, only knew the feeling of betray, of backstab, the worst feelings possible. She was happy to know someone kind and sweet could take care of her. 

??-she is most likely still a sweet child at heart-Ell

8:47pm

As Tori, Matilda and Ell walk in, they immediately spot the brothers on all there thrones. Except for Matt. 

"Where is Matt? He hasn't even shown up yet." One of the brothers whispered. "Its fine. We have all night." "But we can not start the ball officially until he arrives." They all exchanged worry glances to each other. However, no one is in a rush. They all actually seemed to be happy just standing  in the castle. Except Ell.

Tamara ran down the hall with Matt chasing her. She was holding her dress. "Tamara, stop! Please!" She didn't listen. She kept running until she turned around all the corners until she lost the sound of his footsteps. She was breathing heavily she surprisingly was at his room. She walked in. As she closed the door and turned around, she was soon to be startled with the prince sitting on his bed, with his hands on his knee with his legs crossed. "Running somewhere?" Tamara almost broke the complete door handle, and almost getting away and running again but however, Matthew was faster at reflexes and grabbed her from behind and hugged her by her waist with her hands between his arms and her waist. "Please, let go!" Begged Tamara, she didn't want to be here. "Please.." Matthew kissed her cheek, and dug his face into her neck. "Tamara, please, what do you need to be happy, I want you to be happy, but you're scared, you're sad. Let me make you be happy." After a moment, she stopped trying to break from his strong grasp around her. She had relaxed, but was crying, like she saw something, someone. Like a gentle whisper was told to her, he calmed her down, just to have her cry a river of sorrow and heartbreak. She was crying, smiling, sobbing, laughing. Matthew could tell what what she was feeling. She was crying to someone who was gone, but not gone.  Was crying To someone else who was there, and wasn't, to two, to three. Only three people she trust. One right by her, one holding her, one helping her. She was happy. She was calm...