Forty seven

ARABELLA

I stared into the mirror as I slipped into the elegant, deep red gown that I had chosen for tonight. I purposely chose a gown that would hug all my curves.

I don't want to look like the old Arabella I once was. I don't want people to have a trace of the old me at all.

It's a new era and I have to act like it.

I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread. Tonight, I would return to the palace for dinner as a person that nobody knows yet I know most of them. How ironic.

I had done a good job with my makeover. It wasn't too much but it was enough to hide most of my natural facial features.

Arabella, the girl they once knew, was gone. The old Arabella is replaced by Emma, a woman no one could possibly recognize.

If I said things were easy for me, I'd be lying... I'm scared out of my mind.

At a point I thought to myself; is it really worth it?

Do I have to do this?

I believe I do, to grow.

Rhys, my sister, and the others who had betrayed me would be th