𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑, 𝖂𝖍𝖔'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝕬𝖑𝖑
The daughter of Snow White was a sight to see, carrying an unexpected amount of expectation on her shoulders. She only fears that she will never liv...
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FAIR WARNING: Again this is another chapter that involves some sensitive family content, including having a distrust in their child (Mal and Maleficent) and an obvious jealousy from Doug's part, and may be coming off a tad possessive. If you are sensitive to this (and this is just a head's up), I will be bolding the beginning and end of these events. Viewer Discretion is Advised.
"Never ever gon' mislead you, don't believe the lies they feed you. Stop and stare like a sculpture." - beautiful (bazzi)
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After resting on Sunday--which consisted of heartfelt naps and binge-watching Avatar: The Last Airbender in her sweats--Ivy could say she definitely wasn't ready for the morning after. Monday's were her least favourite of days, motivating her to sleep in more and avoid her morning classes. Despite her desires of sleeping in, the dark-haired Princess trudged out of her warm bed, detangling her limbs from the blankets underneath her comforter.
It felt as if she were back at home, getting ready for her tutoring sessions without Jane waking her up. It was pretty weird to not see her over the weekend, seeing as she seemed to be busy with both Family Day being around the corner and assisting her mother in Ben's Coronation.
As the Princess of Charmington got ready for the day ahead of her, she felt pretty refreshed compared to Saturday's early morning workout with Lonnie and Noah. With her muscles unbelievably tense and stiff, Ivy struggled in her ballet practices and stretching made her wither in pain for a good few minutes.
The hot water in the was definitely a game changer.
With her face pampered with her skincare and light makeup highlighting her fair features, Ivy was careful in putting on her white, ruffled fitted blouse and brown skirt, silver buttons lined up at the front of the skirt in a vertical line. Ivy had then added her brown, pointed flats to her attire, to give herself a break from her usual pair of high heels. Her dark hair pinned away from her face with two, silky ribbons creating mini ponytails on the top of her head, courtesy of the two doves that had flew in to help her with her morning routine.
Her dark as ebony hair cascaded down her shoulders, the fair girl reaching for her apple pendant necklace and her honey-coloured backpack before heading out the door. The two doves that assisted her chirped, following the fairly late girl to the cafeteria line to grab an apple and a fruit cup to go. She thanked Mrs. Potts at the end of the line for her food--despite the former-teapot insisting she had a little more to eat, Ivy politely declining--and fed the doves the fruits as a thanks, giggling as the two started to fight for the girl's attention.
Ivy took a bite from the irresistible red apple, chewing it thoughtfully as she waved goodbye to her two friends and rushing to her morning Chemistry class with Mr. Deley. The second bell had nearly rang, the girl taking as many bites as she could before entering the class and taking her seat at Doug's and Evie's bench, the son of Dopey to her right and Evie across from her.
