Rapunzelle: an Everland Ever After Tale by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fall in love.

That’s what Helga had told her to do. Go fall in love. Have an adventure with Dmitri.

And when she’d climbed out of that window, the strange lady holding the ladder and beaming down at her, that’s what she’d been planning on doing. She’d been off to have an adventure with Dmitri…she hadn’t thought about falling in love with him, but maybe another kiss…

Was it possible for her entire life to change in the space of one afternoon? Yesterday at lunchtime she’d just been desperate to find a way out of the house, to be able to show Dmitri the Lake. She’d worried about her parents’ feelings, and wondered if it would be worth it.

But then some woman claiming to be her Godmother had shown up and offered her the way, and Zelle had spent the afternoon in his arms, in his heart, and now… Now she didn’t know what she wanted any more.

No, that wasn’t true. She wanted him. Wanted Dmitri. Forever. And gosh, wasn’t that interesting? Zelle hugged herself, and spun in place once, the stone walls of her garden blurring around her. Mother thought she was out here weeding, but this was the best place in the house to pace, to think, because no one could hear her floorboards creak, if she was stomping around barefoot in the garden.

Yesterday afternoon, she’d fallen in love with a Russian duke. Prince. Whatever. Oh, there wasn’t any doubt about it; she’d followed Helga’s advice and gone and fallen in love with him. His charm, his grace, the way he saw the real her and seemed to like her. She’d fallen in love with the way he made her feel when he touched her, when he kissed her. She’d fallen in love with his gorgeous voice, and the way he could look so stiffly proper one minute, and so relaxed and unpretentious the next.

She’d fallen in love with him.

Oh dear. Zelle began to pace again, enjoying the freedom to kick her skirt out of the way as her feet slammed down against the cobblestone path. Six strides to the gate, six strides to the thyme, and back again. She chewed on her bottom lip and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. She’d fallen in love with him, and he was a duke for heaven’s sakes. Half of yesterday’s conversation had been telling her about his ancestral home, and how much it had meant to his family, and tradition and heritage and blah blah blah. He’d been to London, had gone stepping out with some of the decade’s more refined young ladies. Girls in Nowhere, Wyoming did not fall in love with Russian dukes and live Happily Ever After.

No matter what crazy ladies masquerading as Godmothers had to say about things.

“Uuugh!” It felt good to let out some of her frustration, so she stomped a foot for good measure, and tried to ignore the sting when her bare foot slapped against the stone. Stupid stone. Stupid self, for falling in love with a man she couldn’t have.

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