A girl from the Isle of the lost finds someone that truly loves her for who she is. She found a person that didn't treat her as a bad pet. Someone who trust her and she trusted. Yeah trusted.
A/n: Remember everything inside the bag. But not the ǝdɐʌ. You never seen the ǝdɐʌ.
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"Too easy."
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Alya groaned, her eyes fluttered open, revealing a blurry world that felt like a whirlwind. It was as if a parade of trucks had decided to make her head to their crash site. Slowly, her vision began to clear, bringing into focus the chaotic scene in the living room of her apartment. There were her friends, sprawled out and snoring, clearly victims of the same party-induced slumber. Silly string draped over furniture like mischievous cobwebs, and colorful party hats littered on the floor like confetti after a wild celebration. Alya couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, despite her pounding headache. It seemed that the night had been one for the books, and the aftermath was nothing short of a whimsical mess.
Alya slowly stood off the couch. Alya's bare feet touched the cool wooden floor as she took hesitant steps towards her bed, her head still throbbing with the remnants of the night's revelry. The room was filled with a soft morning light filtering through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the scene of chaos. Alya couldn't help but smile at the sight of her friends, slumbering peacefully amidst the remnants of their party.
As she neared her bed, she heard the sound of the clock. Alya's eyes widened. "We're so late!" Alya exclaimed. Today was the day the Vk kids were coming to Auradon. Ben made a proposition for the Vk's to join them in Auradon. And happily his parents King Beast and Queen Belle. They told them to be there early to help prepare for the coronation. Alya walked into the living room. "Guys, wake up." Alya's urgent voice echoed through the room, stirring her friends from their slumber. The room filled with people standing up and groaning. "You guys, have to get up. The ceremony is about to begin." Ben silently cursed as they all headed out the door. Alya hurried back into her bedroom, the urgency of the situation weighing heavy on her. The room was a serene oasis amidst the chaos that had engulfed her living room. Soft pastel walls greeted her, adorned with fairy lights that cast a gentle glow, creating a cozy ambiance. Alya's bed, with its fluffy comforter and plush pillows, beckoned her to pause for a moment and collect her thoughts.
As she stood in the center of the room, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She walked to her closet. Alya's gaze fell upon her closet, its doors slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of the eclectic collection of outfits within. The closet was like a treasure trove, each piece holding memories of past adventures and special occasions. Alya knew that today, amidst the rush and chaos, she needed to choose the perfect outfit for the coronation ceremony. With a determined breath, she stepped closer and pushed the doors open wide.
Inside, the closet was a symphony of colors and textures. Dresses of varying lengths and styles hung neatly, each telling a different story of Alya's fashion sense. She ran her fingers over the fabrics, feeling the soft silks and delicate lace beneath her touch. As her eyes scanned the array of choices, one particular dress caught her attention-a flowing gown in a shade of deep royal blue, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that sparkled in the soft light.
