Chapter 25: The dress

Taylor


"Taylor!...Taylor! Wake up!" A voice yelled. Then there was someone on top of me. I turn around to put my face in my pillow knocking them off. I heard a thud and knew I was successful. They started jumping on my bed then pulled me out by my ankles. taking my pillow with me to the floor.


"Ouch!" I open my eyes to see who made my ass hurt. "Mackenzie! That hurt! What do you want?" I yelled at her for disturbing my beauty sleep.


"I just found out about the ball we're having and you need a dress!" She explained still standing on my bed looking down at me.


"What ball?" I asked. I didn't know anything about a ball? Mackenzie squeals and jumps off my bed.


"It's for you. The king is going to introduce you to the whole kingdom as his daughter. Now go get ready. We have shoping to do!" She says while hualing me off the floor and over to the closet. "Okay! Okay! Who knew you could be so bossy." Muttering that last part to myself. "I heard that." She called form the door way.


I took a shower and got dressed into a pair of dark jeans and a light pink strapless shirt. The top forms a bow then flows down; I grab a pair of white wedges. I curl my hair put on some make up then went down stairs. I saw Mackenzie with her smokey eyes and her high ponytail. She was wearing a dark blue spagetti strap shirt with a zipper going down the middle with a pari of black ripped skinny jeans.


We walked for what felt like hours on a dirt pathway through the woods. We finally reached an opening to see a brick road with shops along the sides. "Come on we have to get our nails done. After that we have to go back to the castle for you to get your dress ready for tomorrow. I've seen your dress and we're gonna need accessories."


After hours of shoping for accessories we went to get our nails done. I got a classic french tip one my fingers and toes. I carried my shoes and walked very carfully all the way home. Mackenzie and I both holding bags in our hands. As we got closer people came to grab our bags and walked us back in. I could get used to this.


"Grenda! Where is she?" Mackenzie asked the helpers. "Yes."Then an old woman came in the room. She had sunkissed brown hair and tan, smooth, young skin. She had a bit of a german accent and she looked to be in her mid forties. Her green eyes were mezmerizing.


"She's ready for the dress fitting. Would you please take her to the room?" Mackenzie asked her.


"Of course Miss Grandstaff. Right this way Miss Blackwood." Grenda walks me up to flights of stairs and to the fifth door on the left of the hall. "Go on in Miss Blackwood the fitters are in there waiting for you." She was about to walk off, but I grabbed her wrist and turned her around. "Thank you for everything." Her eyes widened as I hugged her. Either she's never heard a thank you or I shouldn't have hugged?


I walked in the room and found four women in there in chairs. I walked up to them and they stand up immediantly and curtsy to me. I just stood there not knowing what to do. "There's no need to cursty, but I would like to see my dress." They smile and one walks off to get it and when she returns I see the most beautiful dress I've ever seen.


It was white with gold swirls and all kinds of designs on it. It was beautiful. The top had a sweet heart neck line and stopped right above where my hip starts and the skirt touched the floor. My jaw dropped at its beauty. "Is something wrong your highness?" one of them asked with concern. "No! It's gorgeous!" I squealed. I never thought i'd be this happy about a dress.


"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I hugged her. "Can I try it on?" They seemed happy I was happy. "Why of course your highness." I went behind this screen thingy and got changed. It fit perfectly. I clung to my waist and flowed to the floor. The lady handed me a pair of gold four inch heels and told me to come out. I thought that I was gonna fall on my face but I didn't. I felt graceful, beautiful even. It was amazing and I couldn't wait to see Brandons face when he sees me in this tomorrow.


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