4-Coffee.

Cinderella POV.

"No meltdown princess, you look adorable," Lucian says making me blush, they are very dominant and they do make me feel tiny, and I'm tiny, why won't I feel so.

We left my room and moved through the hallways of the dorm room, I saw other littles, and submissives who were wearing the same costume as me but with different colours, I knew the colours, I knew this classification system, I made it up, back in the day, I imagined it.

Blue for little, green for pets, and black for regular submissives, the doms have suits with the same colour, and they are also bigger, in my head, the submissive is always smaller in size, I like to feel smaller, I was always tall, taller than my classmates, and taller than most of the girls, even Ben wasn't taller than me, he was just my height, I wanted to opposite, the complete opposite.

My eyes were glued to everyone looking at them, looking at the different hair and eye colour, there were people from all over the world, or at least the ones I know or could imagine, this is exactly what I imagined this school to look like.

We left the dorm building and moved to the next one, almost everyone was walking toward this building, and I could see more doms now, I guess not everyone had a little or sub yet since they are coming from different buildings. As we walked in the haul, I could see tables and food buffet style, the littles and subs always get the food set to the side for them even if the food time was over, but the doms, they'll have to do with whatever they find, again, I should know I'm the one who created this system.

"Coffee?" I say I don't remember ever writing about coffee in the stories, I should have added a coffee machine with all-you-can-drink Nespresso, and lattes on the go, stupid me, I never regretted not adding my coffee addiction into my stories until now.

"Yeah, we'll get you coffee," Raphael says and suddenly he became my favourite just like I wrote it.

"Brother, I love you," I tell Raphael making him smile.

"And I love you too," Raphael answers me.

"Don't believe her, she loves the coffee," Pauly tells Raphael and I just shrug, not denying anything, yes, coffee is the best thing ever.

"What do you want to have? Eggs or toast?" Lucian asks me.

"Toast, and coffee, don't forget my coffee," I tell him.

"We're getting you it, stop whining," he says.

"Whining is her speciality," Pauly says again making me chuckle, yeah pretty much.

They got me coffee, and then a toast that was decorated in the shape of a bear, it was really pretty and I loved it, he picked a fruit salad mix for me next and kept walking in the line, getting food for him and for Pauly as well.

"Don't give Pauly any coffee," I say with an evil smile, he loves coffee just as much as I do, but he's also on my bad side right now.

"If I don't get coffee, she doesn't get coffee," Pauly says, with a shrug.

"We'll both take the coffee," I say, I can be nice, we can share the coffee, I'm nice, I'm a nice person, I tell myself.

"Good choice little sis," Raphael says making me smile as went to sit down on one of the tables, the tables were family-style, big tables that everyone could sit on, some are sitting on other people's laps, some on the table of their own. I tried to sit alone, I don't need their help but the table was too high for me, I actually had to jump up to sit down, it's like sitting on one of the high stools in the restaurants, but this is a whole ass table that's so big and tall. After I finally managed to get up and sit down, I started to sip the coffee looking around, coffee is delicious in the morning, delicious before I eat or even meet people, it helps me go from my zombie form to being a human being, well it helps calms my anger issues, although I'm more prone to meltdowns and crying when I don't get my coffee in the morning.

"Ella, eat sweetie," Raphael says, and I just nod, the coffee comes first before the food and the people.

"Ella, your food is here, not in the other tables," Lucian says in a firmer voice, and I nod, yeah, okay.

"Okay," I say and take a bite of the toast, getting busy looking at people again.

"Is it like you imagined it?" Pauly whispers to me, and I nod, it's stronger than my imagination, I never went anywhere where there are so many people all of them in the lifestyle I always imagined and wanted to participate in.

"Hey, brother," I ask out loud.

"Yes, Sister?" Lucian was the one to answer me.

"When would I meet this Nickolai guy? Is he nice? pretty?" I ask them, in my head he's beautiful, but I have no idea if this world translated my vision.

"After breakfast, and no Ella he's ugly, how about we leave home now?" Lucian says with an evil smile.

"If she leaves, she'll never be allowed back here, and we'll leave as well, we'll have to take the angel of hell with us as well," Raphael says.

"I guess, I'll stay, I'd like to see how this story would write itself out," I say, I always say stories write themselves, and now this one is literally doing that, and I'm the one who's the hero of the story.

"That's my girl," Raphael says and I smile thanking him, I went back to my toast, it's not a bad breakfast choice, I don't usually eat in the morning, and I can't eat after I just woke up, but I've been awake for hours now, and I had a full meltdown, which always makes me hungry.

"Do you think I'll like Nickolai?" I whisper to my guardian angel for help.

"I don't know, what do you think, would Ella like him?" he asks me.

"I'm not the one writing the story, it's writing itself," I remind Pauly.

"But if you were, what would you write?" he asks me and I thought about it for a second, if it's up to me, Nickolai would be very firm, and a very strong dominant, I'd make Ella a brat, but since I'm Ella I guess the bratting would be really toned down.