So This is Love

The Key to All Heaven is Mine

"Gah! Too...tight...can't...breath...!"

The tailors kept going around Y/n in her lovely f/c colored dress, elegant and very royal like.

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The doors burst open and F/n stepped in.

"Ah! Father, can't you at least knock first?"

"Hehe, sorry about that. But you're dressed, so no harm done."

She huffed as the king walked up to her, his hand underneath her chin. "I'm sorry for the hasty arrangement, love. But remember: man or no man, I'm proud of you. You're not just a princess in title, but you've proved to truly be one."

Embarrassed, she said, "Uh, thanks, Father...I'd hug you, but I can't really move my arms in this thing."

"Ah. Gertrude! Whatever were you thinking? How can my Y/n dance in this thing?"

"My apologies, sir." She retook her measurements and began to adjust.

Y/n sighed, looking out into space, praying that Elliot would show up and that she would not have to marry a man she did not love.

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Lady Tremaine opened the door for her sons, dressed in a green and pink suit respectively by age. Bold and bright handkerchiefs were in their front pockets, overcoats draped to their waists, Dominique's hair slicked back to an extreme extent and André's tied up.