Songs & Spells

Pretty Things (Evie)

Only when her face was painted, she was beautiful.

A girl, suffering from the insecurities of relying on beauty to make her happy, inhabited a dark castle with her mother. It was a given for her that if she was beautiful she'd get a prince and in like in every fairytale, she'd live a happily ever after. 

Despite being shamed for picking up one of the the endless array of books in the castle's library, Evie had made it her yearly goal to study the various princesses before her. The same attribute was evident in every story. 

Every princess was beautiful. 

Perfect rosy cheeks and lips, even hairline and eyebrows, large light colored eyes and a round and structured face. It was only when she turned 16, did she then explain her findings to that of the Evil Queen who once held the title of "The Fairest Of Them All."

"Mummy?" The young teen called for the woman she had spent solely the last 10 years with.

"My Evilette. Finally picked your head up from those dusty books. Fix your face before you speak to me" she said without regard to her daughter's already heavily made up face. Despite the insult, Evie stood in behind her mother and dared to speak again.

"Mummy. All Princesses are beautiful. So beauty is the only way I will get a prince" Evie said in a whisper as she awaited what she wished to be a supportive reaction. Instead, the girl was met with a scoff as her mother shooed her away.

"Now go, child. That is what I have been telling you. That is why I have trained you to cover your face. Your natural beauty unfortunately is not sufficient enough. Make-up my dear is the key to success. Pretty things will get you far. But first, improve your blush. It is way to subtle. And the foundation you have been using is too cakey" Grimhilde said as she still didn't look up to her daughter. 

The blunette unconscious felt her cheeks as a lump grew inside her throat and her eyes began to water. Her mother couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. The feeling of defeat and failure took over her as the insecurities began to gnaw at her heart. The memory would continue to sit as it did when it occurred. 

Even two years later in Auradon, things hadn't changed for Evie. She had found her niche in the fashion world and even in the scholarly community. She even found love in her budding relationship with her former study buddy. But the pain of beauty still gnawed at her heart.

The two lovers were spending their Friday night working to meet orders for the upcoming Homecoming dance of their senior year. Evie sat at her desk sewing ruffles onto a sleeve of a dress as her mind was wandering elsewhere. 

Doug frequently looked up from his laptop, sitting across from her. He watched her sigh as she furrowed her brows every few minutes, staring at the garment. Even while upset, Evie still had an aura to her that Doug found so captivating. He stood up suddenly as she lifted her foot off of the machine, looking up.

"You okay?" He asked her, concern covering his face as she nodded and quickly smiled. She put pressure on the step, the machine continuing. Doug frowned, turning to the window and watching the sun set and the moon rise. Students walked through the campus and the Tourney team left the field. 

His eyes wandered, but his thoughts were stuck on his Princess. He turned back around to meet her eyes. Her round face reminding him of the round ball of craters that was breaking though the sky. You're pretty like the moon, he thought as she smiled and once again they turned back to each of their own distractions.

 Evie was one who was determined and ever since her Chad fiasco, she's kept her guard up. Something that Doug wished she wouldn't do, especially in his presence. No one can get to you. That's lonely but it's true. You're pretty like the moon.