Saturday, December 15, 2018

A Modern Day Fairy Tale Update

I was so exhausted yesterday. I had a field trip on Thursday and didn't get home until well after midnight. I got home from work yesterday. I fell asleep at five yesterday, woke up at eleven this morning. So, yeah ... exhausted. Here's the slightly delayed update.

AMDFT Chapter 31 on FicPad

AMDFT Chapter 31 on FFn

AMDFT Chapter 31 on AO3

AMDFT Chapter 31 on Stars

AMDFT Chapter 31 on Wattpad


I was in my room.
No, wait.
I was in my prison cell with a queen-sized bed, a duvet cover, feather pillows and my dad’s girlfriend.
Ugh, Linda … can’t stand that bitch! If I have to smell her cloying, noxious perfume for another goddamned minute? I swear I’m going to cut a bitch.
While I was sitting in my room, I was being watched by my warden, Renata. She was barely taller than me, but she wielded a key, locking me inside and held the combination to the safe which held my cell phone. Ever since I was a ‘person of interest’ in that whole tabloid scam, I was not to be trusted.
I was shocked, to be honest.
I was stunned that I was given as much freedom as I’d received.
Suckers.
Though, I thought I was more careful. I’d played the ‘role’ of a loving, caring sister and doting daughter to the best of my ability upon my return from forced exile. Even though, I wanted to slit my wrists with how fake I was being. I hated my family. I abhorred my life. A sister who was ‘sainted’ and a father who was loser and was unable to provide for me. I’m the kid. My needs should be met, damn it! I shouldn’t be forced into indentured servitude because my dad’s hands shake uncontrollably and he could barely walk at times.
Regardless, I’d hoped that the ‘screen’ would hold true.
Yeah, that would be a no.
I picked a decent-looking servant who had a sob story and close to my age, losing his brother in some godforsaken, unnecessary war and an obvious bone to pick with the royal family. I led him on, had some really bad sex and gained access to the palace’s phone system with his personalized code. I said that I needed to call my best friend, but in reality, I was eager to spill the beans on my skank sister.
I had a phone number and email address of an owner of a tabloid blog. It had been texted to me by an unknown number prior to my departure to Gevalia, along with a name. I reached out to Laurent and told him all about how Isabella spread her whore legs to entrap Prince Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. She was not worthy of royalty. She was not worthy of anything. I couldn’t stand her and her sanctimonious, holier-than-thou martyr thing she had going on.
Boo hoo, you have to work seven days a week. It’s called being an adult, honey.
Bella made my life hell, forcing me to work her shifts at the bakery and now? It’s my turn to return the favor.
Gevalian Castle



Alice's 'cell'

Mary Alice Swan

Alice's dress for the New Year's Eve Ball ... a deep navy blue (but still gorgeous)









Hair comb Bella wore for the NYE Ball

Bella's gown for the NYE Ball

Masen (minus the beard)

Duke Carlisle

Queen Esme

Charlie Swan

Linda's Dress

Lady Kathryn Denali's dress






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