I walked into the ball, my tummy filled with twisted knots and my heart beating rapidly.
From the mont I had walked the steps leading up to the ball, my body felt on fire.
The stairs were quiet and lit by beautiful candelabras that helped illuminate the way up.
I took in a deep breath and gently walked up ahead.
There weren’t servants on the left and right sides of the stairs, but instead well-dressed ogas on guard.
They didn’t say a word to , their face remaining motionless while I ascended the stairs.
Unknown to , the mont I went past them, they would turn their eyes to stare at .
I ascended the stairs, anxiety building up as there was no one else.
How late was I?
I considered turning back to leave, but told myself that Nanny Nia and Hildegard would have strangled if I had never gone in the first place.
After all, I couldn’t turn this down.
It would seem as though I was ungrateful.
Especially after all the effort they had put into making look this beautiful.
Once I reached the massive mahogany doors of the ball, guards stood.
They gawked at so much that their mouth were open.
Then they snapped up and quickly returned to their positions.
They opened the doors wide open, and I saw the ball filled with different people.
Everyone wore masks of different styles, beautiful dresses, and Surcoats.
No one had a dress like mine.
And, significantly, no one wore red.
I slowly walked down the red carpet, and soon everyone started turning to look at .
In a matter of seconds, the noise chatter in the ball died down, and only the music from violins and other instrunts could be heard.
It now occurred to that I had beco the center of attention.
I swallowed hard and tried to maintain my composure.
I didn’t see anyone I knew; just n and won in their respective attire.
I finally walked away from the red carpet and found myself a quiet and calm space beside a table filled with drinks.
The other guests tried to stare away, but I could feel their eyes glaring down at .
A servant offered a drink, and I collected it shaken.
"Thank you," I said as I sipped whatever it was.
By the ti I was halfway through the drink, I was beginning to regret it.
I refrained from spitting it out.
It wasn’t enjoyable.
Was this the wine that Elite Wolf went crazy all the ti?
"There are other better wines than those." A male voice from behind said.
I turned around and saw a young wolf, most likely in his late twenties, though I wasn’t sure, who wore a bronze mask and brown hair.
I managed a smile. "Oh, I see."
He handed a wine in his hand. "Here have this."
"No, thank you, I’m fine," I said.
I didn’t think I would want to collect wine from an absolute stranger.
"You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen." He said.
I choked and then graduated to coughing so violently.
He hovered around in an attempt to help, but I shook my head.
"Thank you."
I picked up the bitter wine instead of his to ease my throat.
"Fine?" He asked .
"Yes," I said.
"You’re Princess Auburn?" He asked .
I was startled. "Goddess no, why would you think that?"
Before he could respond, I felt a tap on my arm.
Turned around and saw none other than Anna.
She wasn’t wearing her mask, and her face was screwed up unpleasantly.
Whenever Anna frowned, she wouldn’t look so pretty anymore.
"Jasmine?" She said, unsure.
I said nothing, and her eyes went red in recognition.
"I knew it was you, Jasmine." She hissed with venom.
"Who are you?" The man behind asked Anna. "I’m speaking to her."
"She is my slave." She said humiliating . "And I’m speaking to her, so get lost."
The man seed appalled but eventually left.
I turned to glare at her, not appreciating her calling her slave.
"I’m not your slave, Anna," I warned.
"You’ve always been a slave to , and even if the King and Queen forgive you, even if my brother sets you free," Anna stated. "You would still always be my slave."
I felt a cold chill, and soon the anger in my tummy boiled over.
"You’re a dirty slut." She hissed at . "Who gave you that dress? No one can ever give you that, so better tell who you stole it from before I disgrace you."
Before I could reply, her eyes went wide. "And my mother’s necklace! So after you stole it from us, you still had the nerve to wear it here! Had the nerve to take what didn’t belong to you."
And then Anna set her hand on the necklace.
"Give that!" She hissed.
I caught her hand and flung it away.
She gasped softly.
Luckily, people weren’t paying us any attention, but at this point, I didn’t care.
"How dare you?" I hissed at her.
I took a step forward, and she unconsciously took one back.
"We both know that I don’t steal this necklace. You know all my life I’ve never been capable of so cut it." I warned. "This necklace? That you’re so desperate to claim as yours? I don’t steal it. I didn’t need to anyway. Do you know why? Because your brother gave it to ."
She blinked in absolute disbelief. "You’re lying."
I cockles my head. "I’m lying? Go find him and ask him yourself if he gave the necklace or not."
She stood glaring at , her breathing extrely uncomfortable.
"Excuse , I’d like to have this dance?" Another wolf ca behind Anna.
"I’m not in the mood to!" Anna spat angrily.
"I wasn’t speaking to you." He said, shocking Anna. Then he turned to . "I was speaking to you."
"Would you have this dance?" He said, brushing past her and coming to , as the music changed.
"Yes, I will," I said with the sweetest smile to spite Anna as I let him take my hand.
Anna’s face went ashen white.
I felt a little bit of wicked triumph as I was led to the floor while Anna remained standing there.
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