The cool autumn air brushed against your skin; contrasting the over-crowded ballroom you were just in.
You leaned back against the cobble wall, the rose hedge behind it pushing against you. But for once you couldn’t care about your done up hair, or smoothened gown.
You swirled around your glass of champagne; quickly downing it. Just wanting to wash away all your sorrows.
Frustration now taking over your being, you pushed yourself up; kicking at a stone that rested beside you.
You resented this garden. If not for it you may have never known her. Blythe Everhart. The most beautiful girl you’d ever laid your eyes..or lips on.
The thought of her being inside the ball; her fiancé on her arm. Laughing at whatever the other guests had said, Talking about her upcoming marriage.
You don’t even remember falling for her; maybe it was seeing that beautiful smile everyday, listening to her sweet voice, or that stupid laugh….
The both of you knew what you were: two princess who’d be getting married off to a prince. There was no argument about it; you needed a stable future. Loving another woman wasn’t in either of your plans.
Your foot flew out once again; hoping to hit anything. Take out all these pathetic feelings you had; for a girl nonetheless.
As your body swung around, your breathe hitched. Blythe was stood between the rose bushes; looking as beautiful as ever. Her gaze on you.