Tamara and Tori never got along. Not even in the hardest of times, these two would not help each other out.
After Tori destroyed her friend's house, hopes, dream and friendship, she returned months later, begging for forgiveness. Ella and Matilda forgave her fast, unlike Tammy, who hated Tori more than before.
Tori started contributing to the group by helping them purchase a house, restore all their lost things etc...
Yet, Tammy was still cold and distant.
At least till a quiet night, when Matilda and Ella were visiting their families, a soft and sad cooling solo could be heard from the red loving rebel's room. God knows why, but Tami was drawn to the sound, listening behind Tori's door. She accidentally bumbed into it. Then the violin stopped.
"Come in."
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Noah Reed is a princess. Her parents made sure of that. From piano lessons, to dance lessons, to etiquette lessons, to modelling lessons.
It didn't matter that she was the fifty-second in line to the Prigairy throne. She had to be prepared. All fifty-one of those before her could drop dead at any second, apparently.
She would do it though, all the lessons and all the pageants. She never lost a single one( If we do not count Miss dance star-she could never dance to save her life. But we don't talk about Miss Dance star)
The one thing Noah did that was not expected, was fall in love with Sawyer Brun. A love that ended before it had begun.
Sawyer Brun loved Noah Reed. The way oranges are orange(Ignoring the fact that some oranges are green, some yellow), but love between a princess and a vagabond was never meant to be.
And when Sawyer took the fall for her brother's crime to prevent him facing his third strike, the two realised just how doomed their romance was.
But Sawyer's out now, and Noah is too old to participate in any more pageants.
Second chances are fragile.