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Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Miss Zoey Miller of the United States of America.”

My name echoed out over the staircase. It sounded so strange to have my country listed after it. I wasn't competing in the Olympics. I wasn't even really there to represent the US, but it did mark me as different.

The beautiful gold and marble steps led to a rounded lobby. Two huge white wooden doors stood open across the space, showing off a massive ballroom. The ballroom glittered with silk from a hundred dresses. Candles flickered in alcoves and the sounds of music filled the air.

It was everything I had imagined from watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

I had imagined that everyone would stop and stare. That the music would falter and the dancers would turn from their partners and gaze up at me. That I would see the Prince and we would make eye contact and the world would watch in a loving glow as we found one another.

No one looked. Freddie wasn't even in the
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