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Rags Meets Riches

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“Adelaide! The guests are starting to arrive!” My mother’s voice thundered through the small space of my quarters. “Have you been asleep for this whole time? I told you to start getting ready an hour ago!”

I quickly apologized for losing track of time before swinging my legs over the bed and pulling myself up. It didn’t take me much time for me to change into the dress my maid had set out for me and even less time to fix my hair. Iris, my maidservant, stood behind me and took my hair in her hands, braiding it to the side in a delicate French braid. Placing a flower to the right side of my head in my hair, she smiled lightly at me and went off to fetch my shoes.


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The ballroom had been decorated exquisitely and every single detail was so elaborate. All the chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling shone brightly and lit the thriving atmosphere of an united population from the city of London.

People were dispersed across the whole room in groups or in pairs while I stood completely alone at the edge with my back against the wall looking in at everyone as an outsider. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t adapted to or found troubling. I found it that I liked being able to notice other people who weren’t necessarily doing the same of me.

At the other end of the room, I saw the same undeniably alluring boy I had seen walk down the stone pathway leading into the kingdom from the window in my bedroom.
He moved swiftly across the room with his hands in the pockets of his pants, an informal gesture, and I began to ponder what family he belonged to.
His dark brown curls fell right over the tip of his ears and as he got closer to me, I noticed the fire in his bright, beautiful, green eyes. He was without a doubt the most attractive person I had ever seen and I felt my heart stop for a second as our eyes locked while he walked past me. His pink, plump, lips curved ever so slightly and I looked down, my face flushed bright red.

Discussions came to an end as couples traveled across the dance floor while the musicians played in the background. Weaving my way in and out between all the guests with my arms folded across my chest, I was alarmed when a figure grabbed my hand and turned me around in a spin. It had been such a sudden motion that it caught me completely off guard. I was breathing quite heavily when I realized who I was standing in front of. He was much taller than I had thought and looked even more striking up close.

“Dance with me?” He merely asked, holding out a hand in front of me. “Just one dance. That’s all I’m asking for.”



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Why give up writing?! I'm in LOVE with this story!

Please don't give up writing! You are amazing and i seriously love your stories! hope you dont give it up!

I love all your stories I hope you don't give up writing. I don't know why you are, it may be something personal but you are a fantastic author.

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Thanks babes! Good news, thanks to you guys, I will be continuing the story :)