My Prince Carmindor
-Just Ella. -Ella.
A name-her name. Ella .
A nickname? Short for a horrendously long name? Eleanor? Daniella? Ella...izabeth? There's a whole universe of possibility in it. Ella.
I add her name to my contacts, able to put a pin into the idea of her and keep it steady because now I know her name. I didn't think a name could do that: turn a wispy idea of a person into, well, a person.
Suddenly I'm wondering what someone named Ella looks like.
Blonde hair, brown? Pale skin or dark? Large eyes, but what color? Are her teeth straight or does she have a cute overbite? When she smiles, is it crooked? Is she tall? Short? Curvy or skinny? Ella.
"What're you smiling at?" Someone asks loudly.
"Oh-nothing. I'll see you tomorrow," I reply, swiping off the lock screen and exiting the trailer.
The girls begin screaming my name " DARIEN FRANCIS , but it's not my name that I'm thinking about anymore. It's her
The Lukefield logo blazes across the screen behind her. This moment has become a train wreck I can't look away from. It's my entire fandom crashing into a burning, bubbling pit of despair. No. No, it's not him. It can't be him. Darien Francis is not my Federation Prince Carmindor.
Roselle Holden meets her Prince in a so not princely manner. Her life is just the same everyday living like a Cinderella in her own house with her step mother and step sisters
How did these two meet, how did Francis fall for Ella who is just an ordinary girl...
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Please note any name, place , slangs and unusual things are not real they are just stuffs made by my imagination, from my little brain ...And if the story feels like someone's life that you know of then it's just Coincidently.
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