Happy ending in progress

Not Cinderella

Crap!

Crap crap crap crap crap. I looked past the Prince (who I found is a terrible dancer), across the billowing fabrics and planned my escape. There was only 15 more minutes until this spell would hold.

Why couldn’t have that old fairy prolong the spell for a little bit longer? If she could turn rats into drivers and freaking pumpkin into a coach, she probably could’ve done that. If people saw the real me, it would be goodbye to all human contact.

But then again, why should I have people love me for someone I’m not?

I suddenly became nauseous. I wondered if the Prince would still think I’m charming with my rags and red hair (yes, becoming blond was one of the spell’s perks). I could just imagine the stiff smiles around me melt into frowns of contempt and disgust. I snorted.

“Something wrong?” He asked as he (attempted) to twirl me. “You’re awfully quiet.” He flashed me an awkward smile. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as dazzling as the ones he gave before. But now that I think of it, he wasn’t even that appealing. Was I blinded by his riches and fame? I avoided his questioning eyes.

Then I realize that I fell into my own trap.  He liked me because he assumed I was well-off, and I liked him because of his title and all of the connotations that came with it.

“Actually...Yes.” I stared right into his brunette eyes. “I’m sorry, Prince. You’re not the person who I thought you were. You’re a horrible dancer and unbearably awkward, too.” He stopped dancing, his hands still in mine, astonishment in his eyes. “But I’m not who you think I am too.”

Then, the clock turned to midnight. Bells signaling the new day.

The satin white dress turned into ashes, leaving me with my plain, tattered dress. I smiled as I untied my hair and saw the familiar red. “What the?” I muttered. Why were the shoes still there? Whatever.

I looked up sharply, first into the stunned prince’s eyes, then into the audiences. There was silence for a few seconds, followed by a chorus of gasps and a couple of snickers (probably from my beastly brothers). People backed away, as if I was contagious, and the Prince dropped my hands abruptly. I remembered how much I wanted to be here, and now this is the last place I wanted to be.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” I smiled as graciously as I could. “I am sorry if I have ruined your evening. But these shoes hurt, and I hate dancing anyways.” I did a curtsy before I walked towards the main entrance. I forced my shaky legs to walk long, confident strides and praised myself for my brilliant idiotcy.      

The sudden cold breeze welcomed me immediately once I stepped outside. I let out a deep, deep breath. Only then did I realize how stuffy and hot it was in there. I looked down the moonlit steps and felt dizzy.

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My first story! that sorta gives me an excuse for my shortcomings, eh? heh he!

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