Once upon a time, a normal girl was transported into the fae world. Mated with the King, she is forced into marrying him and producing an heir. Terrified, Isla determines to find her way back home, but an evil witch has other plans. Will she prevail...
When you hear the phrase "once upon a time" you think of girls who can talk to animals or loses a glass slipper.
Normally it's fairly easy for them to get to their happily ever after. But this is life, and rarely do happily ever afters come without a fight.
So here's the story of how I fought for mine.
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Huffing up the stairs, Isla finally made it to her apartment. She paid enough in rent to feed a small village, for crying out loud, so you would think they would keep the elevator regularly repaired. Or at least supply air conditioning in the grimy stairwell to get up to her apartment on the fifteenth floor.
Then at least she wouldn't have to break into a sweat after two flights of stairs.
Unlocking her door and throwing her keys onto her table, she flopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. "Are you kidding me?" she grumbled, realizing she had forgotten to grab something to drink. Shuffling to the fridge, she listened to the infomercials playing softly in the background.
After digging in the fridge, she reached to the very back of the shelf and grabbed a cheap bottle of wine, chugging it directly out of the bottle. She never drank, but after a day like today, she needed something to take off the edge of her stress. I mean, how classy could a woman be while drinking a five dollar bottle of wine from the clearance aisle of the grocery store.
As she settled back down onto the couch, a new infomercial started playing on the screen. "Life treating you rough?" the woman asked, pouting her full lips and furrowing her brows, somehow still radiating ethereal beauty. "Need a break?" The screen suddenly displayed a bath bomb identical to anyone you could buy at a high-end boutique. Isla sighed, "You have no idea."
"Then let me introduce you to the most relaxing product in the world!" The screen shimmered with glitter and transformed into a picturesque scene.
"Oh, give me a break. Not everything is going to be the best or most magical or this and that thing in the world." Isla mumbled, taking another swing of her drink. But for some reason, she was curious to see what else the plain looking bath bomb claimed to be.
Fading slowly, the scene changed to show the same woman in a luxurious bathtub, submerged in a luxurious mix of glitter and rose petals. "What better way to relax and feel all your troubles melt away in a pool of luscious natural oils and fragrances." the woman moaned, as two men entered the scene and offered her hors d' oeurves while fanning her with palm leaves.
"Wow, they really went all out for this. You have to be practical to sell a product. I bet the bath bomb isn't even that great."
"For only $3.74 you could experience this," The woman exclaimed, "and even more!"
The screen flickered as the electricity suddenly shut off.
Rolling her eyes, she trudged to the breaker box to fiddle around with the fuse switches, "Even if the bath bomb is absolute trash, I should treat myself a little more!" taking another gulp of her wine, she began pushing buttons and flipping switches until the power flickered back to life. "I deserve it, waiting tables during the day and trying to not get raped on the way back to my trashy overpriced apartment at night." She started to slur slightly, leaning over to grab her phone.
