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A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Four
Everything was going wrong.My dress was wrinkled, my feet too swollen for my shoes, and to top it off, I was running late.I hadn't thought about the fact that my power cords for my phone wouldn't work in Paradisa since they used a different kind of plug, so my phone had died. My curling iron didn't work. I didn't have a hair dryer.The party was starting out in the garden and I wasn't anywhere near presentable, especially not to a queen and her friends.I was going to bring shame to the royal family and I hadn't even done anything yet. So much for helping Freddie's image.It didn't help that now I was crying, making my makeup run. I stood in front of the beautiful bathroom mirror and wished I was anywhere else. Why had I agreed to this party? I should have just waited until I was more ready to be in public.“It's fine,” Freddie assured me, putting his warm hands on my shoulders and smiling at me in the mirror. “Just take your time.”“But I want to be good!” I sobbed. “This is not t
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Five
It felt like everyone in the garden was whispering as I stepped out.This time, I was ready for the bright sunshine. I was ready for the beautiful trees and the careful lawns. I was ready for the photographer to flash a light at me.“There you are,” Freddie said, crossing the lawn to greet me. “Why did you disappear back inside?”“I needed a sweater,” I replied lamely.He frowned. “But it's so warm. Are you not feeling well? We can leave if you need.”I sighed. “Apparently, I'm not supposed to have bare shoulders.”Freddie's eyes went wide and his cheeks went red. It made the red in his hair stand out even more than usual.“I'm so sorry, Zoey,” he said softly. “I didn't even think... I didn't realize...The Duke had said to let you dress yourself...”I waved him off. “It's done,” I told him. “Now I know. And Mr. Irson is giving me a copy of the rules so I don't do it again.”Freddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I am sorry. It's my fault.”I shrugged. “It's okay. It's not th
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Six
“Well, that went better than expected,” Freddie said, wiping some dirt off his hands.His beautiful gray slacks were brown at the knees and a smudge of dirt lay swiped across the bridge of his nose.I raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”He leaned over and wiped some dirt off my cheek. “We made it, didn't we?”He motioned to the forest just past the small meadow we were currently walking through. I dusted my hands together, trying to get the mud off. I'd managed to keep most of the dirt from my dress, but I wasn't much cleaner than Freddie.Behind us, trapped in the cultivated gardens of the castle, music still played. A tug of guilt found my middle, but I pushed it away. I didn't want to be at the party. I didn't want everyone looking at me and whispering.I wanted to be out here.Instead of a proper moat, the castle had carefully manicured lawns. Freddie and I had crossed those easily. The neat grass was held close to the castle by a waist-high rock wall. We'd scrambled over it, g
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Seven
“How do I look?” I asked Mr. Irson. “Better this time?”I wore the slacks and button-up silk blouse just like Sophie instructed. My hair was loose around my shoulders, but neatly curled. My makeup was light and sensible.Just like the fifty-page rule book said to be.Mr. Irson's eyes went up and down, evaluating every fiber of my clothing. I tried not to wiggle or fidget.“Perfect,” he said after a moment. “Just the shoes. You really don't have heels?”I crossed my arms. “No. No heels. I can't walk in them and I guarantee it would be a worse disaster than if I wore a bikini out on the tour.”Mr Irson's eyes went wide and he looked utterly horrified by the idea that I would even propose such a thing. “Then, the flats will do.”I grinned, feeling pleased. I was going to get this. I was going to follow all the rules the palace asked and I was going to do it well.“Thank you for helping me,” I told him. “I know it's not really your job, but I really do appreciate it.”“My job is to keep
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Eight
Shopping with Sophie was an experience unto itself.She was a force to be reckoned with. Sophie made shopping into an Olympic qualifying sport. We visited three stores, tried on over thirty dresses, twenty different kinds of slacks, thirty-seven skirts, and more types of shirts than I could keep track of.“With your hair and skin, you should wear pastels,” she advised, holding up a pink gown that shimmered in the light. “Some darker colors will work, but I think we need to stick with the lighter things. They will also give you an air of innocence.”“Are you saying I'm not innocent?” I asked her, putting back a deep burgundy sweater.She grinned at me. “Not in a million years. You're dating Freddie.”“He's not that much of a bad boy,” I replied. I held up a blue shirt.“Too low cut,” she said, shaking her head at the shirt. “And I know Freddie isn't all bad. He's just got the reputation.”“So why do I have to dress innocent?” I asked. I held up a long sleeve pale green shirt that Sophi
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked, feeling incredible guilt that I was going to spend so much of Freddie's money. The simple scarf in my hands was priced more than I had ever paid for an entire outfit.Sophie frowned. “There are higher end shops,” she said slowly. “I suppose we can find things there, but I really do like the color palette we found here.”“Higher end?” I squeaked out.She looked at me confused. “That's what is the matter, right? That these may not be nice enough?”I stared at her. “No, no. That this is too nice. This is so much money for... clothes. And just clothes.”“Clothes are what people base their opinions on,” Sophie replied. “And this is nothing. Remember, Freddie is a prince.”I looked at the pile of clothes. I didn't even want to know what they were going to cost.“I already have permission and this isn't even going to put a dent in the limit,” Sophie told me. “We could buy twice this and still have funds left over.”I stared at her.“Go wait outside if i
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Thirty
“... and did you see what the American was wearing?”I cringed as a photo of me popped up on the TV screen. It was from the garden party. My shoulders were bare and I wore the stupidest smile.“We here at “Royalty Watch” can not believe that the Queen Mother finds this appropriate. It is an affront to Paradisian values,” the commentator continued. “Add in her lewd behavior toward the prince, and I'm not sure that this American is going to be welcome in the royal household. Kissing before a Stair Walk? The scandal!”The screen flashed to a video of me kissing Freddie's cheek and holding the door open.I stuck out my tongue at the TV. “It wasn't lewd,” I said.“Lewd would have at least included tongue,” Freddie agreed, settling into the couch next to me. He put his arm over my shoulder and handed me a bowl of popcorn. “Want to get lewd now?”I looked over at him and grinned. We sat in a comfortable sitting room with a huge TV. In any other house, I would have called it a living room, bu
A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Thirty-One
“You did well today,” Sophie said, picking up her purse and carefully tucking it over her shoulder. “Well, other than the whole walking in high-heels part.”“I did warn you,” I replied. I sat demurely on a high-backed chair in my room. I was waiting for her to leave so that I could slouch and flop into bed. I was exhausted.Princess training was hard work.“I thought you were kidding,” Sophie said. She shook her head. “Well, it's something for us to work on tomorrow.”“But tomorrow we're going to the hospital.” A small ripple of fear went through me. I wasn't ready for our hospital visit, but Sophie and Liam both wanted it done as soon as possible. They wanted the good stories about me coming out instead of just more pictures of my scandalously bare shoulders.“Yes. We're going to practice in the morning before we leave,” Sophie replied. She looked over at me. “Don't worry. You'll be wearing flats to the hospital. I want this to go well, remember?”I wanted to stick my tongue out at
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