Finding Yourself ~ A descendants story

Date

Grace's POV:

"Wow, Blaise, it's beautiful." I say to him. I smile as I look at the date he has prepared, it's a beautiful picnic on the edge of the woods where there's a perfect view of the enchanted lake.

"Well, thank you." He replies, cocky. I laugh, and together we sit down. "Here you go." He says, taking out a bowl of strawberries. I smile. After a while of chatting I turn to him.

"I'm glad we got to do this." I tell him.

"Yeah, me too. We haven't had much time to be together recently, and that's my fault." He replies.

"It's not your fault, Blaise, it's your job. And you are enjoying yourself, and that makes me happy. If you're happy, I'm happy." I tell him, he smiles.

"It really means a lot that you're standing by me." He replies, I smile. "We don't get much time to be just us anymore."

"I know." I say. He then takes off his jacket.

"You look beautiful." He says.

"Thank you." I tell him. He smiles and takes my hand.

"Can I talk to you about something?" He asks cautiously. I nod, not knowing where this conversation was going. "Do you ever think about going back to the Isle?"

"Honestly?" I start, he nods to me. "Yes."

"Why?" He asks.

"I just kind of feel a pull. I mean they are my roots. But I think it's more because my family is there." I tell him.

"Family? Your father hurt you." Blaise argues. I smile.

"Not my father, my brother." I explain, tears coming to my eyes.

"You have a brother?" He asks. I nod. "What's he like?"

"He is a few years older than me, and not to sound rude, but he's quite stupid." I reply, a small chuckle through the tears. "He was always my rock, and when I left, he was acceptant. Rather than telling me to get the wand and set the villains free, he told me to be myself and find myself, just the condition was not to forget who I truly am and him."

"He sounds nice." Blaise comments.

"Yeah, he is. He would have been nicer if Uma and her crew hadn't turned his head. But I don't really mind, because they are his friends and treated me like a little sister and if they make him happy then it's worth it for me." I reply.

"That makes sense. I was the same, well it wasn't exactly the same, but I was the same way with Ben and Audrey. I knew they weren't meant to be, and that Audrey was not the best choice for him, but I knew that she made him happier so it was worth the annoyance I had by being around the pair." Blaise replies with a laugh.

"Look I just want to say I am truly sorry that we haven't had as much time to hang out. It's just with Cotillion around the corner, we are just so busy and-" Blaise starts, but I cut him off.

"Really, Blaise it's fine. I understand. You've both got a lot on your plates, I mean you're learning to be a Royal Advisor, while Ben is learning to be King, neither could be easy." I tell him. He smiles and brings me into a hug.

"Thank you for being so understanding. Are you going to be alright, becoming a lady?" He asks.

"Maybe not, but I'll manage. I'm going to stand by and help Mal as best as I can, I mean this has been hard on her. Our magic can only do so much-" I say, then I gasp and put my hands over my mouth. Blaise looks to me.

"'Our magic'? Have you both been using your magic?" He asks me, slight bitterness in his voice.

"Yes, a little bit." I admit.

"For what?" He asks, anger in his voice.

"Blaise, we meant well." I say.

"For what?" He asks again.

"We changed our hair. She changed her clothes. She's learning how to be a 'Lady'. I-" I start, he cuts me off.

"She's learning how to be a 'Lady'?" He asks, quite annoyed, to which I nod. "I bet you're both doing it. Is that how you kids from the Isle think to solve your problems? 'Oh, I don't know how to act like a Lady, maybe I'll just use my magic and poof, I can do it.'. You just said that I found it hard to become a Royal Advisor, did I use magic? No. I went to you for help, you comforted me, you helped me through it. We're meant to be a team!"

"Blaise, it's not like that. We are a team!" I exclaim.

"But we're not, Grace. We're not! You've been keeping secrets from me! Lying to me! This isn't the Isle of the Lost, Grace!" He shouts.

"Yeah, believe me, I know that." I reply, voice quieter. Tears coming to my eyes.

"Then why are you doing this?" He asks, his voice slightly softer.

"Because, I'm not one of those pretty pink princesses, Blaise! I'm not one of those Ladies form the Court. I'm a big fake, okay? My hair is fake! My father is Gaston, I'm a villain kid, Blaise! I'm not a princess! No matter how hard I try to do good, and change, it doesn't work! And I am reminded that 24/7, whether it be from Auradon kids or from those bloody reporters who decide to shove a camera in my face!" I exclaim, my voice holding strength but tears streaming down my face. "And I'm sorry if that's not good enough for you! Because this is who I am, and nothing can change that!" I then pick myself up off the ground, and start to walk away.

"No, Grace wait. Please, I'm sorry. I should have tried to understand better, I'm sorr-" Blaise starts, but I cut him off.

"Blaise, just don't!" I say sadly. I then run from him, getting to the school as fast as I can.

Maybe Mal has the right idea, maybe going back to the Isle would be best...