Not My Fairytale

Chapter 38

    "The Harvest Ball is approaching in only a few weeks," she began, and much of the tension left my body at the turn of the conversation. "I know you're not very fond of such things, but my hands will be so full with your brother now, I was hoping I could count on you to take over planning the event for me."

It was such an innocent request, so far from what I had expected my day to hold, that my answer came easily, "Of course."

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    "So have you finally decided which flowers belong in the centerpieces at your ball?" Angelo asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

    I groaned, slumping down further against the tree and stretching my legs out in front of me in a rather unladylike manner. "And which flatware to set the food and dessert tables with, and which glasses to serve the wine in, among other things." Just in time, too, the Harvest Moon was the very next night.

    He chuckled, "Clearly, you are on the edge of your seat with anticipation."

    I laughed, looking up at his smiling face, "The sooner it is all over with, the better."

    "It couldn't have been all bad," he said.

    "You're right," I sighed, "I will miss the distraction it provided."

    "Ah yes," he said, keeping his tone light, despite the change in topic, "and how is everything going with that dreadful little bundle of joy?"

    He was teasing me again, but I suspected that this time it was in an effort to keep me distracted from my hopelessness, "He's perfect, if I'm being honest. So beautiful and sweet I can't help but love him."

    There was a strange look in his eyes, but when he spoke his tone was still teasing, "Sounds awful."

    I couldn't keep from throwing my head back to laugh at that, the sound of it echoing across the water of the lake.

    The next day, as I stared into the mirror, I began to wonder if perhaps I had gone a little overboard this year.

    My gown was burnt orange in color, with chiffon skirts that deepened to a burgundy red near the bottom. Every inch of the bodice was covered in diamond and citrine, the facets catching the light with my every movement. My hair was left to fall in large curls down my back. Instead of a tiara, a wreath lay heavy upon my brow. Crafted by the witches to the West, it was made entirely of diamond. Large chunks of the precious stone, all manipulated by spellcraft into the delicate shapes of flowers. Roses, carnations and sunflowers all carved so intricately that they nearly looked real. My eyes lingered on the glittering headpiece.

It had been a gift from my father for the Harvest Ball the year before, but I had found it to be too flashy for my taste then. Now, it seemed I'd had a change of heart.

It's no wonder why, I mused as guards led me to the landing where I would be introduced in place of my parents. The council had asked for an extension, but my opportunities to show my worth as a leader were limited. It might have seemed small, in the grand scheme of things, but I would take any chance I could get to show them that I could handle responsibility. Even if it was just a ball.

But as I stepped out onto the landing when I was finally announced, I wondered for the second time that night if perhaps I had gone too far with my decorating.

Nearly every surface of the room was either covered in large flowers, the colors of which matching the red orange and yellow of my dress, or gilded in a bright gold that glowed off the guests skin as they passed it. It was as extravagant and over-the-top as my attire, but I couldn't help but feel pride swell in my chest at the sight of all of my work come to fruition.

I kept my speech short and to the point, thanking them for joining us, and then The Goddess for a bountiful harvest and for the continued prosperity of our kingdom. I ended it with a prayer for the health of my parents and my newborn brother, which the crowd eagerly repeated back. Then, we were all free to enjoy the fruits of my weeks of labor.

    I descended the steps, and joined the mingling crowd below. I spotted Franco near the hors d'oeuvres table speaking to a petite brunette that could only be his mate. I made a mental note to be sure to meet her before the night was up, then turned to walk in the opposite direction.

Unlike most balls, I made a point to greet each of the nobles present. With both of my parents absent, I was the only host, leaving that responsibility on my shoulders alone. I chatted politely, danced when offered, and all the while I kept a pleasant smile plastered to my lips.

    If I needed to play the perfect princess, then it was a role I would play to the best of my ability.

    I had only just made the resolution to myself, when I saw a new guest approach in my periphery.

    "Excuse me, princess, I don't mean to interrupt," the newcomer said politely in a velvety voice that had grown all-too familiar to me, "but I was hoping I might interest you in a dance."

    My head snapped to the side to look at him, and it was all I could do to keep from gawking. The look in those mischievous blue eyes made my body burn hot as he offered a hand to dance.

    Angelo.

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After frying my brain trying to write all of INC within four months, it seems my brain is finally functioning properly again (yay!). I've been hard at work wrapping up chapters on this story and also starting on a teen fiction project that I cannot wait to show you guys!

As always, I would love to hear any feedback or predictions you have for the coming chapters (your comments give me LIFE, even if I am awful at responding to every one of them).

See you soon!

Xx Ren