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Part 1 of Who is she
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2015-06-26
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Who is she

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Inspired by Cinderella 2015. A short fan fic that can stand alone or continue depending on response. So please leave comments if you can. Also to the poet poetryofearth your short wordy prowess inspired this to.
Oh and of course I do not own these characters.

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Chapter 1: Who is she

Notes:

This is no longer a stand alone chapter (although if you really want to you can pretend)
thank you for the reading. I hope you enjoy.

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A stifled sigh escaped her lips as she watched an elegant creature descend the stairs to the awe inspired silence of the great hall. Her blue dress carelessly stood out among the gold and finery that surrounded them all, and yet somehow her smile still made all of it seem pale. "...who is she?" Chelina meant the words for herself but her question was given an answer, although highly unsatisfactory so she quickly forgot. She needed all her concentration to absorb every inch of this beautiful girl, as she was further away than she desired. Although if she had been closer, Chelina was certain she would have hardly noticed as her eyes, and what beautiful eyes they seemed, were only for the prince. They twirled away to an ever growing circle of observers, duly impressed as both moved with such grace. If only she were the prince now, she could die happy. But alas she was not and she could see she had little to no chance of meeting her as the prince led her away from the newly invigorated crowd who now danced enthusiastically about them.
A pity. Chelina forced herself to turn away from their direction and tried her best to seem offended for the right reasons. She found the Grand Duke belligerent, most likely more for his sake than hers, but she played along hoping faintly that she may be able to meet or even merely see this mysterious princess again
It was nearing twelve when she turned her eyes back to where she had seen her last and perhaps by coincidence or fate she laid her eyes on a blue gown, politely squeezing its way through the crowd but clearly in a rush, and in pursuit a few seconds behind, the prince followed. Only to be slowed down by two very unashamed women. She smiled then frowned as she watched the girl escape. She sighed once more and thought to herself that at least this ball hadn't been all boring, although she did wish for more.