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A/N: Hi! So I know it's been forever and I'm sorry. I have decided that since I don't like it when authors don't finish stories I should probably finish the one's I am the author of. So here we go! Reviews are appreciated.
The day of the festival came and I, dreading it, was slowly moving to get ready. Looking at the dress that lay on my bed, for first time I was wondering what Jack would think. It wasn't that I hated my looks, it's just that compared to others I was ugly. Frustrated I threw the dress into the corner and sat down on my bed. I sat there for awhile before there was knock on my door.
"Lizzie," Cinderella said, "Are you . . why aren't you ready?"
"I'm not going," I said.
"You know that's not an option. Come on, this dress will look lovely on you."
"Jack won't even notice me."
"ahh, I see."
"Compared to all the other girls I'm just . . .just . . .ordinary."
Cinderella smiled slightly, "Well, I know that these things are never very fun. I'll tell you a secret though, if a person only notices you for your beauty, he is not worth your time. So let's get you ready."
I sighed, " I guess so."
She helped me get ready and as I stood at the top of the steps to go down to the main floor of our house I was nervous. Slowly, I descended the steps.
"Wow," Jack barely spoke as I appeared.
A small smile broke across my face. Jack met me at the bottom of the step.
"Elizabeth," he said offering me his arms.
"Thank you Jack," I said taking it.
David, who was holding Mattie, smiled as he looked at us, "Well family, shall we go to the festival?"
We all left the house and entered the carriage. As the house disappeared from view, Jack whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful, Lizzie."
"Thanks," I said smiling.
Maybe, just maybe this whole festival wouldn't be so bad.