"Jane, doll, your carriage and Prince Charming await!" My mother called in her native tongue from the end of the winding staircase.
"Thank you!" I replied, pulling back my curtains in the farmhouse bedroom. "He actually got a carriage?" I awed.
"Sweetie, come on, your date is waiting downstairs." Papa urged, standing in the reclaimed barn-wood doorway.
"Okay!" I hesitated, sliding my diamond and yellow gold bracelet onto my wrist and comparing it to the matching necklace.
"You look fine." The old man rolled his wary eyes. "Prettiest Princess in the world." He smiled, a tear formed in the corner of his eye. "All grown up..."
"Papa....I will always be your little Princess. Kajsa, too. No matter what." I assured, kissing his wrinkle-covered cheek.
"Come on, let's bring you down."
Wrapping my arm through his, we descended the romantic-style staircase. From the bottom, Kajsa stood with Maman and Dale.
"Presenting: Jane Emilie Franzen." She gleed.
"Wow." Dale whispered.
Again, kissing Papa's cheeks, I was let free and waltzed straight to Dale's arms.
"You look.....beautiful." He finally spoke.
He managed to nod and reach into his back coat pocket for a large box.
"Open it." He urged.
My hands wrapped around the velvet cart and I unveiled its contents.
"Now it is official, a real Princess. Diamonds, crystals, rubies and all."
"You didn't need to do this, Dale." I began.
"I wanted to. I love you."
"I love you, too." I smiled.
"Go on you two!" Kajsa ordered, starting to push us out the front doors.
"Wait, Kajsa, I'll see you there later tonight, right?" I asked concerned. She was my sister, going through one of the toughest break-ups I had ever seen (a close call to Dale and Julia's).
"Yes." She teethed.
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise! Now, go!" She pushed.
Dale and I stepped in to the carriage that was surrounded by a blue-star night.
"I'm sure we are giving the duke and duchess a run for their money tonight, eh?" He joked, beginning to pour a glass of champagne. "A toast?"
"To what?" I giggled.
"The prettiest princess in the world?"
"Though Catherine Middleton isn't here-"
"DALE!" I slapped him across the chest.
"Kidding, kidding!" He chuckled.
"You are a goof!" I laughed, toasting the glass in the air and downing it within moments.
"Woah, there. We still have the entire ball to get through."
"And it is going to be a long night. Carly will be there. Julia, Pippa, Lottie, the whole 'We hate Dale and Jane' clan." I mumbled
"Just, take it easy. We will get through this. I have to deal with them, too, you know. And that a** Jason." He hinted.
"What is your problem with him exactly?" I inquired.
"I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just try for as big of a drama-free night as possible. Alright?"
We leaned back into eachother's arms and enjoyed the rest of the calm carriage ride to the country club. It was golden with the many lights that whirled through the trees and shrubbery. Classical beats mumbled through the ground to the street. Fountains were trickling and flasks were pouring. This, apparently, was how Foxcroft did royalty.
hours into the night
"Dale, I still don't see Kajsa." I Worried, as we waltzed throughout the room.
"Jane, I am sure she is dancing with some date and having the time of her life! Worry less, darling!" He smiled his 1000 watt smile and I was completely blissed away into the royally romantic world.
Not to say, the royally romantic world had wenches and battles to be fought.
Carly came forth.
And so the battle was to begin.
"You are looking...suprisingly decent for a common wh*re." She stung.
"Carly, get out of here, please." Dale pleaded as he halted the waltz. It felt like the whole room had paused. Eyes were on us all.
She pushed further.
"It is funny, how someone who comes form such trashy beginnings, such low money, can even make a name here at Foxcroft, yet you have managed, Jane. Opening your legs to the public will do that to you, I guess."
"I have done no such thing" I whimpered.
Why wasn't I doing anything? Why was I not standing up for myself, fighting back? I was weak. I had become nothing.
I blacked out from existance.
"Jane?" Someone called.
"Someone! call the paramedics!"
My world had become a mess, I was nothing.