magic existed. of this much, ella was certain. there was no OTHER explanation for a fairy godmother or a magical dress that transformed with a swirl. magic would be a welcome help if it would get her back where she belonged. madam would certainly have her head for not being home when they arrived from the ball. what drew her out of her thoughts was the smell of FOOD. normally, she could ignore the pangs of hunger that rocked her system, but after the ball and the magic wearing off she was absolutely STARVING. drifting towards the smell, she found a young man eating something ODD looking. “ please pardon me. would you mind pointing me in the direction of where you acquired that? ” she asked, tipping her head in the direction of the food in his hand.
@castlethief // closed starter.
