Food

"As you can see, the King himself had instructed me to be solely in charge of this affair, I assure you I have it entirely under control." The Grand Duke pushed open the giant doors and revealed a room full of the food the guests would eat at the wedding. Phoebe almost shuddered, my wedding. She thought to herself as she entered the room and smelled the aroma of deliciously cooked food.

Phoebe and her parents split up to investigate the room further, Phoebe sniffed some roses, "They smell heavenly." The Grand Duke nodded and waved his hand, "The Prince said how much you enjoyed the roses during the ball, so I had them ordered right away." Phoebe went to join her parents near the buffet table.

"Perhaps you would like to sample the d'oeuvres?" The Duke stepped away to attend to other matters, leaving the Moore's to the buffet table. "Ah, these miniature cakes are delicious." Madam Moore remarked as she bit into one. Phoebe nodded and looked at her parents, could she experience the love they had with Henri?

The Moore's turned to the door that was now open, "Father, allow me to introduce you to my bride-to-be, Phoebe. Phoebe, this is my dad." Phoebe walked towards the King and curtsied, "It is an honor your Majesty." The King held out his hand, "Charmed, I'm sure." Phoebe smiled at the king, "So, who's up for a dance?" Henri asked, his eyes sparkling at Phoebe.

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Phoebe noticed now that every time she walked, the glass slipper would give her feet pain or cause a clanking noise. She was too caught up in the moment to realize such little details, 'was it because Cinderella was only meant to wear them?' She thought to herself as butterflies started to awake in her stomach.

She met Charming in the middle of the ballroom and curtsied, "Oh, I don't dance much..." The Prince chuckled, "You're too modest, that's how we met remember?" Phoebe feebly smiled, the glass slipper was starting to become heavier the longer she wore it, was it magic? Or was the glass simply too heavy for her foot?

"I'll never forget when I first touched your hand." Henri grabbed Phoebe's hand and examined it; the familiar feeling of warmth started to creep up Phoebe's arm. The music started so the two started to dance, the glass slipper kept coming down upon Charming's foot. "Oh, I'm regretfully sorry, this shoe is getting a bit too heavy for my one foot..."

Phoebe stepped on her gown with the slipper and tumbled backwards, bringing Charming on top of her. The two turned red and scrambled back to their previous positions- before Phoebe fell -Phoebe sighed, "I just don't know what's wrong with me today." The Grand Duke arrived, "Sire, if I may, your fitting." Henri gasped. "If you'll excuse me."

Henri left another peck on Phoebe's cheek, then walked away with the Grand Duke. Phoebe's Mother and Father started to speak on how they should've brought her extra shoes then, his Majesty appeared, and the family bowed, "I need to speak with my future daughter in law, immediately!" Phoebe turned to her family.

"I think it's best if I go alone..."