Enchantment of the Miss

Chapter 9

I am Giselle of Selah. We, commoners, are often distinguished by the place we came from since we don't normally have two people having the same name from the same town. Elites have titles: dukes and duchess of his or her town. Royalties, however, are distinguished by their names—their surnames.

I am Alezzander Roque Castillan.

I gasped when everything dawned on me. A royalty. The richest. The most powerful. I never met one, no one ever did. They lived on their own at the City of Abram and we know so little about them. One thing is for sure, they are unreachable. There's a reason why all this time the classes were separated. The royalties, the elites and us – commoners lived in our own worlds. We are divided by a gap so huge no one dares to breach it.

I grabbed my hand from Alezzander's grasp. We are now halfway through the mansion's lawn which is a total mess. The gate is blasted and many guards are lying unconscious on the ground.

Alezzander turned to me with a frown. I averted my gaze by looking down.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You are a royalty," a breathed out.

"Yes," he answered nonchalantly.

"Then... we shouldn't be talking,"

"What?! What are you talking about?" he said in confusion.

I swallowed. "I'm just commoner," my voice shivered for some unknown reasons.

"Hey. Look at me," he demanded.

I shook my head. I can't look at him. It felt like a sin. The gap between us is so wide that everything felt wrong. Heck. Us meeting is wrong.

He fell quiet for a while. Then I heard him sigh.

"Giselle,"

I bit my lower lip at the sound of my name. It was a plea with a mixture of frustration.

"Stop being pathetic," he blurted out.

"I am not being pathetic!" I hissed. "You are not supposed to be here. You shouldn't even care if whatever happens to me."

"But you are my bride,"

I instantly looked up at him in disbelief. He is frowning like I'm completely being unreasonable which is I'm totally not.

"You can't understand it, can you?!" I scowled. "You are a royalty and I am a commoner. We shouldn't even be talking."

I frowned when he sighed in relief.

"That's more like you," he muttered. "Come on. We have to get out of here," he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the blasted gate.

"H... Hey... Alezzander!" I tried to pull back my hand but he didn't let go. "Let me go!"

"I told you before," he said. "Not a chance."

"Stop being such a spoiled brat Alezzander!" I scowled as I harshly pulled back my hand. He didn't let go but he stopped to face me.

He looks irritated now. "Stop being overly dramatic."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "I am not being overly dramatic! I am acting perfectly normal. Why can't you get it? We're worlds apart. We shouldn't be together."

"Ugh. For goodness' sake Giselle, this is not some kind of a fictional love story with some kind of forbidden love,"

"That's not what I mean! This is not even a love story," I hissed. "What I'm saying is, there's no such thing as friendship," I pointed at him and back to me using my pointing finger to emphasize my point. "...Or whatever this is over a royalty and a commoner."