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A Midwestern Cinderella Chapter Thirty-Three
I hid in my room for as long as I could. I didn't want to come out and go to dinner, but I didn't really have a choice. Dinner was already scheduled to be a celebratory meal in the dining room. The king and queen mother were to be there.Except we didn't have anything to celebrate. I'd failed my job today.I put on clean clothes. Sophie had laid out a tea length dark blue dress with lace overlay and long sleeves this morning. I wore it with stockings, as per her instructions. I put my hair up in a neat bun, hoping that the simple style would be acceptable. My makeup was light and natural, just the way Sophie had taught me.At least I could do that right.A knock on my door summoned me to dinner.“It's time, Ms. Miller,” Mr. Irson's voice called through the door.I hurried over and opened it.“Thank you,” I told him. “I'm mostly ready.”He smiled and looked me over. “You look lovely,” he said. He frowned slightly at my feet. “No heels?”I shook my head. “Not if I don't want to embarras
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Dinner was a quiet and terse affair.Liam pointedly never looked at me. The Queen Mother watched her sons with sad eyes. She attempted small talk twice, but when no one helped her continue the conversations, she quickly stopped.Freddie tried to answer his mother, but Liam shot him such deadly looks that he quickly stopped talking at all.I had nothing to say. What could I possibly have to say?“I'm so sorry I went to a kegger once in college. If I had known those pictures would come back to haunt me, I would have stayed in my dorm room and never left.”It wouldn't have fixed anything.So, we ate our delicious food in the awkward silence of silverware and chewing.“Freddie, I would speak with you,” Liam announced, setting down his knife and fork on the empty plate.“I'm actually rather tired,” Freddie tried to say, but Liam cut him off.“We have things to discuss.” There was no arguing with the King.Freddie nodded, his face pale. He carefully placed his silverware and waited for Liam
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Wind shook the windows and promised rain when I found Freddie leaning against the wall next to the door to my room. His back was pressed against the wall, his long lean legs angled into the middle of the hallway. His shoulders slumped and he had his head leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. He looked as exhausted as I felt.“Hey.” I took the spot on the wall next to him, close enough to touch. The hallway was dark with the incoming storm. The lights hadn’t yet been turned on, giving us the illusion of privacy in the gloom.“Hey.” He didn't move his head off the wall or open his eyes.“You okay?” I asked, moving my hand to find his. All happy thoughts of my Stair Walk vanished. He looked so pale and exhausted. Sad and overwhelmed.“We should run away,” he said. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “We should just leave. Just get in the car and go.”I had to admit that I liked the idea, but I knew it wouldn't work. The trade deal, Liam, and his responsibilities he
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I was glad for that stolen night. I didn't care that we'd broken the rules. I'd held onto him, feeling his warmth seep into me and give me strength. Strength to get through this. Strength to know that we loved one another enough to get through this.I didn't get to have five minutes alone with Freddie for the rest of the week.The Duke pulled him into every meeting, every information gathering session, every new change no matter how small, everything. Suddenly, Freddie was integral to everything. He had no spare time. Not even in the evenings when he was supposed to be with me.Freddie ate dinner with the Duke so they could plan their negotiations. Those first few nights where we'd eaten in his rooms felt far away and long ago.The few times he ate meals with his family, he looked tired and worn. The conversations were never personal, especially not with Liam at the table. I'd look across the table and he'd smile, but we'd never get more. He'd kiss my cheek and disappear back to the o
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Freddie kissed me before the door had even clicked shut. His kiss was hungry.“God, I could just take you here,” Freddie groaned, his hands tightening on my waist again.“We only have five minutes. You're not that fast,” I told him. I pressed my half naked body into him, feeling the heat of his desire against my bare hip. “Although I am really tempted to try.”He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. He sighed, not letting me go, but not instigating further.“You should put your skirt on or I'm never going to be able to stop,” he said after a moment. He kissed me again before forcing himself to take a step back.I slid on my skirt and he sighed as I settled it around my waist.“I never would have caught anyone but you like that,” he said, looking at me wistfully.Something about his words pricked at me.“What? What do you mean?”He shrugged. “I don't know anyone that would let themselves be caught without a skirt.”“What?” I asked, going still.“It's just that no Paradisian royal woul
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The ball was tomorrow and I was about ready to puke.Tomorrow, all my hard work would pay off. Tomorrow, I would do my Stair Walk and officially be accepted into the Royal Family's inner circle. Tomorrow, I could kiss Freddie on the cheek in public. We could hold hands and go on dates again.I clung to the idea that we could go back to normal, even though normal in this place would still be very strange.I practiced walking down the stairs in my pink heels for two hours straight just after lunch. The surprise benefit was that my butt was in the best shape ever from the constant up and down of the stairs. I hadn't tripped once so far and actually felt semi-confident.Sophie had me wearing a bedsheet as a dress so that I could practice without ruining the actual dress. I didn't blame the florists setting up flowers for staring at me as I went up and down the stairs wrapped in a white topsheet.I felt like an American ghost haunting the Paradisian Palace- out of place and completely ridi
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“Miss Zoey Miller of the United States of America.”My name echoed out over the staircase. It sounded so strange to have my country listed after it. I wasn't competing in the Olympics. I wasn't even really there to represent the US, but it did mark me as different.The beautiful gold and marble steps led to a rounded lobby. Two huge white wooden doors stood open across the space, showing off a massive ballroom. The ballroom glittered with silk from a hundred dresses. Candles flickered in alcoves and the sounds of music filled the air.It was everything I had imagined from watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.I had imagined that everyone would stop and stare. That the music would falter and the dancers would turn from their partners and gaze up at me. That I would see the Prince and we would make eye contact and the world would watch in a loving glow as we found one another.No one looked. Freddie wasn't even in the
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Freddie brought me out to the side of the dance floor. He didn't bring me to the center though, but to a small space off to the side. It almost felt like we were hiding. Freddie was supposed to dance in the center where everyone could see him, but he'd taken me to the side of the dance floor near the edge and against the wall.Like I wasn't good enough to be seen with him. Like I didn't matter enough to take center stage.We'll have more privacy this way, I told myself, trying not to see the worst. Besides, you hate being the center of attention.It felt good to be in Freddie's arms. Soft music drifted around us, changing from a waltz to a foxtrot.Foxtrot was my worst dance, but I didn't want to pull away from Freddie. I didn't want to disappoint him. I'd already disappointed him last night. I didn't want to do it again. I managed thirty seconds of terrible dancing before I stepped on Freddie's foot.He winced, gasping hard enough that the dancers next to us glanced over. The heel of
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Two months later, Early December“I'd carry you across the doorway, but I don't think that's a good idea,” Freddie said as he hobbled up to the doorway of the castle. His crutches crunched slightly on the white crushed gravel.“That's only when you get married,” I told him. “So you have time.”I winked at him. He grinned at me.We'd already spent two weeks at his mother's castle. Freddie was slowly on the mend, but doing well. It would be weeks yet before he no longer needed the crutches. Femur fractures take a long time to heal.I wasn't in a rush though. He was officially on vacation.And we were going to enjoy it at his castle.Freddie's castle was stunning. It was bigger than his mother's, but more modern. Freddie's castle was only built in 1831, making it one of the newer castles of the country. The Romantic architecture made me think of Pride and Prejudice. I could easily imagine Mr. Darcy striding across the perfectly kept hedges.Inside, the massive hallway was breathtaking. W
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“Is the Queen Mother not in residence today?” the Duke asked Mr. Irson as he walked through the hallways. “I don't see her standard hanging outside.”“The Queen Mother is visiting her son, the King, in Westshire,” Mr. Irson replied smoothly. “Would you like me to tell her you asked after her?”“No, no please,” the Duke replied. He smiled his lizard-like smile. “This is supposed to be a secret meeting.”“Of course, Your Grace.” Mr. Irson dipped his head politely. “I am the model of discretion.”Mr. Irson led the Duke through the empty stone hallways to the sitting room attached to Freddie's bedroom. He knocked smartly three times and then opened the door.Freddie sat on a comfortable couch with his injured leg elevated. The cast was hidden by oversized pants. A comfortable chair sat opposite of him with a small table between them. A black expensive looking box sat on the table. The TV on the far wall was dark, but soft classical music played. Freddie turned off the music as the Duke e
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My brain went fuzzy.Thoughts and images flitted around my skull like caffeinated hummingbirds, never settling down long enough for me to see them clearly.Freddie was coming to see me. Freddie still loved me. Freddie was buying the cabin. Freddie was in the hospital.The car turned off the highway. Sophie sat quiet, letting me process everything.“How bad is it?” I asked once I was in control of myself again. I forced my brain to go into nursing mode. Forced it to turn scientific and clinical. “What are his injuries?”She hesitated.“Tell me,” I urged. “Or I'm just going to imagine the worst.”“He shattered his femur and his right arm. Three skull fractures, two broken ribs, and a punctured lung.”Once again my breath caught. I thought for a moment I might die, but then my heart started again.“They've stabilized him. They don't think there's any damage to his brain and they said his lung will be okay,” she quickly assured me. “They already performed some surgery. He asked for you th
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“Thanks. I'll send you my resume,” I said into the phone.I sighed as I ended the call. The job in Madison was decent. There was nothing wrong with it. The pay was good, the benefits fair, and I had a friend in Madison that would be happy to rent me a room.I sat down on the guest bed and pouted.It just wasn't what I wanted.I wanted Freddie. I wanted normal.But those two things didn't go together.“Zoey.”I turned at the sound of my name to see Cecelia standing in the doorway to the guest room. Soft morning light filtered around her. Her face was drawn and pale.“What's the matter?” I asked, rising quickly. Something in the pit of my stomach went cold. I'd seen that face on Cecelia before. It was when she'd told me that our Grandmother had died.“You have to come in here.” She swallowed hard and glanced toward the living room. “There's something on the TV you need to see.”Fear whirled dark in my stomach as I walked through the short hallway.The big TV was on a news station. The
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I checked my phone. No messages. No missed calls.Nothing for two days from Freddie.Several from Sophie, but nothing that made me rethink my decision to leave.“You okay?” Cecelia asked from the kitchen. I tucked my phone back into my pocket and tried to smile at her as I walked into the living room. The smells of spaghetti filled the air. “Have a seat. Watch some TV. Dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes or so.”I sat down on the comfy leather couch and pulled a quilt over my lap. It was such a different couch experience than what was in Paradisa. I couldn't imagine a worn quilt made by the Queen Mother on a worn leather sofa with soft throw pillows. This couch was made for comfort and family, not for looking pretty.I turned on the TV.And saw Freddie.“In world news, Paradisa and Navia have signed a historic trade agreement. Paradisa, known for their lithium deposits and Navia, known for new technology signed the agreement this morning. The two countries have had a cont
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My hand trembled and I pulled back.My whole body shook and I thought I might be sick.“Just talk to him,” I whispered to the empty hallway. “He loves you. It'll be fine.”I counted to ten and forced my hand to move. I knocked. It was clear and loud and I glanced around the hallway, sure that heads were about to pop out of every room and yell at me.No doors opened.Silence hung in the hallway. The pale light of the coming dawn flickered like a ghost in the windows as I waited. I thought of running away. I thought of just going back to my room and hiding under the covers until I had courage again.But it had to be now. I would be on a plane in an hour.Unless Freddie stopped me.If he said I should stay, I would cancel my flight. I would stay here with him and deal with the consequences of the Stair Walk. I would do it for him.My heartbeat thundered in my chest, too fast and completely unsteady. I should probably see a doctor about that, I thought. Or have a little less caffeine.A p
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I pulled up his name in my messages and froze. I had no idea what to say.There was a knock on my door that made me look up. It wasn't Mr. Irson's gentle three beat knock.Freddie?My heart sped up, fueled by hope.Maybe there was a chance I didn't need to send this message.“Come in,” I called, throwing off the blankets.The door opened.But it wasn't Freddie.It was Sophie and the Duke.“What are you wearing?” Sophie asked, looking completely shocked.I stood in the center of my bedroom, and looked down at my pajamas and bare feet. Everything was covered. She'd picked these pajamas out for me. They were long pants and long-sleeved dark satin and covered everything appropriately. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn the tiny cotton shorts and tank top I often did.Sophie made an exasperated sigh and stalked over to the bathroom. She handed me a white cotton robe. “Please cover up. Try to be appropriate.”I slid the robe over my shoulders.“Honestly, I know we went over this,” Sophie con
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I'm not sure how I made it back to my room.I just know that I stumbled through the hallways, tears streaming down my face as I forced my aching muscles to move. No halls were empty as I walked along with cold bare feet.I opened the door to my room, expecting to find it dark and empty. Instead, a warm light shone by the bed. Mr. Irson was pulling the drapes of my room shut and humming as he prepared the room.“My apologies, Ms. Miller. I wasn't expecting you to return so early tonight,” he said, tugging the drapes tight. He turned with a smile on his face that quickly faded the moment he saw me. “Oh my. Are you alright?”He rushed to me, his eyes full of concern. He touched my shoulders gently, moving down my arms and checking for injuries with kind hands.“Is anything broken? Do you need a doctor?” he asked. Worry filled his voice and wrapped me like a warm blanket. I wanted to sob into him.“I fell,” I stated. “And I nearly killed the Queen Mother in the process.”He stared at me f
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We sat in yet another sitting room somewhere deep inside the castle. This one looked like it had been stolen from the Downton Abbey set, complete with turn of the century furniture and oil portraits. I fully expected Dame Maggie Smith to walk in wearing full costume and yell at me for trying to kill the Queen Mother.I figured I probably had a slight concussion from hitting the marble floor with my head.The Queen Mother sat on the center sofa. The on-call doctor was speaking softly with her. So far, they hadn't found any injuries. She seemed to be alert and oriented. She answered questions and moved without restriction. The doctor didn't look worried.Liam sat beside his mother holding her hand. Aria sat on her opposite side with Henry on the couch across from them. Freddie stood by the window, his arms crossed. Sophie stood near him, her expression unreadable.I sat in a high backed chair in the far corner of the room. It was as far away as I could get from everyone without leaving.
