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TWELVE

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ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ

The chandelier dangled low from the high ceiling. Golden lighting decorated the stupendous hall as the ensemble played an unknown country music. Heels clanked against the plush marble floor as an old woman descended the staircase. Her face blurred but the air around her was regal. As she stood at the foot of the staircase, men bowed and women curtsied to her.

Where am I ? In a royal fairytale??

"Bellé, I need to dance. It's a custom I can't escape " a young male voice whispered.

"Go ahead Jayden, there are lots of girls

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