Young Writers Society

The flowy material of my dress hangs lightly over my black high top converse. My mother told me to change into heels but I refused. She was still quite angry and going and on about how the prince was being married today and I should dress nicely, I was dressed nicely. I had a dress on , I even had washed my shoes.

“Elizabeth! Are you even listening to me!” My mother shouted as my father parked the car on the street.

“Huh, what?” I asked as I glanced up from my lap. I shifted in my seat and looked out the window. A gasp escaped my mouth as my eyes fell upon the palace.

It was a spotless white, the windows a deep cherrywood that matched the huge double doors. I am aware the palace was always shown on tv when the royal family did interviews, but I never watched tv. I always stayed in my room reading or talking to Tate on the phone. But I’m sure that the tv could not do the palace justice. I was interrupted in my thoughts by my mother starting up again.

“You really should have put on the nicer shoes. You’ve had those things for, what, 2 years. How do they still fit?” Mother gave a nervous laugh and I rolled my eyes slightly.

“Yes mother, two years but they still fit. Must not have grown any.” I told her as we opened the doors to the car and started walking towards the palace. The steps leading up to the doors were lined with bright pinks and purples of flowers, they were beautiful but I knew my flowers for my wedding would be blue if I got to choose. The halls of the palace were just as pretty as the outside, they were a glossy deep red. “Mother, excuse me while I find the bathrooms.”

“Yes yes, go. We’re sitting in row five on the right.” She said, as she handed me an ID badge that had my name and face on it. I watched as my mother and father slipped theirs on over their heads. It was strange to see their names. I was so used to calling Bethany Widgrald mother and Griffin Widgrald father. I gave a small wave and went off down the halls.

“Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.” I mumbled to myself, looking for one. I turned around. Maybe I’d missed it? Wait, thats weird. The floor is slanting. I let out a screech as I started to fall. All of a sudden a pair of arms were tangled around my waist. I swiveled my head around to see what had broke my fall.

It wasn’t a what that I saw though. It was a who. A person I did not recognize but someone that I thought I’d love to get to know. He looked about 18 His hair was dark and thick, and it fell over his forehead elegantly. His eyes were just as dark, which captivated me. Most boys with dark hair like his had light brown eyes. He was dressed in a nice suit, with medals down the side. “Miss, are you okay?” His voice was deep and slow. One of his arms that were wrapped around my waist lifted and ran the hand attached through his hair.

“Oh, yes. I’m fine.” I smiled lightly. “Just on the search.”

He flashed a grin. “What were you looking for darling?” He pulled me up so I was standing against him.

“Just the restroom.” I wanted to take a step back but did not want to seem rude.

“Let me take you.” He looped his arm and I rested my hand above his elbow. “It would be my pleasure. Now, do you want the public restrooms, or the private?”

“Whichever takes the longest to get to.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.Oh, he’s going to think I’m a complete fool. I thought to myself.

“The private it is, Miss?” He seemed either not to notice or being kind and brushing it off.

“Elizabeth, Elizabeth Widgrald, and who are you?” I asked grinning, glad that he had continued the conversation.

“Very beautiful name to go with a very beautiful girl. I’m Emerson.” As we got to the stairs I lifted my dress and he led me up the steps and through the halls. “Here you go.” He swung open a door and held it open as I walked in. “I’ll wait here for you, wouldn’t want you to get lost again.”

“Thank you.” I laughed and used the bathroom quickly as possible and washed up. Checking my face for any smeared makeup and then realized I only had applied eye shadow. As I walked back out I checked the time. I needed to get downstairs, the wedding started in 15 minutes. I hurried out of the bathroom and smiled at Emerson.

“Shall we?” He asked.

“We shall.” I replied. Soon, we started up a game of asking each other questions. “Favorite color?”

“Blue, what about yours?”

“Mine is blue also!”

“What about weather?”

“Snowy but not freezing cold. You?”

“Light rain.” He smiled as we got to the door. “One last one, how old are you?”

“I’m seventeen, how about you?” I asked.

“Eighteen, you should go sit down. Goodbye for now.”

His lips pressed against my head and my heart danced. Then, just like that, he was gone. I hurried over to my seat in between my parents. “Took you long enough.” My mother hissed into my ear.

“Sorry, I ran into someone and we started talking.” I smiled remembering the arms around my waist.

My mother hushed me as the wedding started. I glanced quickly at the groom and then went back to my lap. Not paying much attention.

“Emerson Leeridge,”My head shot up at the name. There he was. Emerson. No, it couldn’t be. His eyes were on me. But why, he was marrying this girl, so why look to me? “Do you take Ashley Forday for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?” I gasped, but thankfully the rest of the crowd did also.

“I-I don’t.” The words stumbled out of Emerson’s mouth and his eyes connected with mine, and somehow, I knew this was my doing.