<div style="text-align: justify;">I step out of the bath soaking wet; wrapping the fluffy pink towel around my body I enter my room stepping over to my bed to look at the new gown my father had bought me to meet Prince Clayton. The dress’s complexion stunned me, it was magnificent; one of the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever seen. Its red scarlet color twinkled in the light, the lacy designs reminded me of my mother’s garden and the red roses that grew there. She loved the garden. I missed her dearly.  Snapping out of my trance and back to reality as Rosemary talks to me asking if I need any help getting ready. Nodding politely trying to hold back my tears of the thought of my deceased mother I say “Yes, please” trying not to choke at the thought of her and how I never knew her how I only have stories and very few pictures . We walk to the large powder room where she dries my hair for me and styles it into my natural curls exaggerating them making them; it flows down my neck and shoulders. I smile as I look in the mirror and see the work Rosemary has done “I love it like always, thank you Rosemary.” I say in a sweet tone as I look at her reflection in the mirror. Rosemary smiles back at me and plays with my hair more, “You look just like your mother when she was a young gal.” I sit up proper as she rests her hands on my shoulders; I cover mine atop of hers and thank her again politely wondering if my father ever thought the same thing. <br/><br/>Getting up from the stool I dry off and head over to the dressing stool and stand a top of it. As Rosemary dresses me the delicate fabric touches my skin and its soft and silky. As Rosemary finishes dressing me I take a step off the stool and walk over to the mirror taking a look in its reflection seeing the way the dress looked on me. The top of the dress hugs my upper body, the fabric is see through but the lace roses cover the arms as well as such parts needed covering, the second half of the dress plumes out and fluffs around my waist and down to the floor in a pool of silk and extra fabric beneath the silky layer to make it fluff out more. The dress ruffled as it flowed down to the floor. As I look myself up and down and stare at the dress I’m speechless. I look like my mother; it’s as if I stepped out of a portrait of her when she first met my father. As the image of the portrait came into my mind I realized that the dress I was wearing looked exactly like the one my mother was wearing, it resembled the dress perfectly. Looking at Rosemary she realizes that I remember the portrait but she stays silent. “Rosemary, is…” the words get caught in my throat, I feel stuck but I finish my sentence with a smile on my face, “is this my mother’s dress?” <br/><br/>“Yes, your father asked me not to tell you, I’m sorry Miss Scarlett.” She looks at me with sadness as she knows she’s always been honest with me never keeping anything from me. Without hesitation I walk over to her embracing her and thank her telling her it’s alright. I stay confident and head to the door where a thunderous knock interrupts at the door right before I open it. Stopping I smooth out the dress and straighten my posture, making myself tall and powerful, putting on the grim faced expression I always give everyone in my father’s circle as well as him I open the door calmly and look my father in the eye as he speaks. “I missed you at brunch. Why didn’t you come? I have to speak to you about an important matter.” he says in a powerful booming voice as he strides into my room past me. <br/><br/>I snicker out a laugh putting a smile on my face to taunt him. “Why yes, my engagement correct father? I see you’ve out done yourself again. Thank you father, truly, I feel as if you couldn’t have done better. I’m sure the man you have chosen is very suitable. I owe you my gratitude.” I give him my happiest smile knowing my happiness would confuse him. I never before in my life have shown this sort of kindness. I’ve decided to play a game with him. “Did you know this was mothers dress father?! I remember from the portraits I’ve seen of mother.”<br/><br/>He looks at me with a stunned expression at first but changes it before anyone could notice. He ignores my first comment and puts a smile on his face. “You look ravishing darling; now our dear Prince Clayton is nearly hear, join me to greet him.” <br/><br/>Still having a smile on my face I nod giving a sly curtsy to him as he walks over to me offering me his broad arm. Taking it I stride alongside him with grace, elegance and most of all confidence as well as power making sure everyone of my father’s courtiers know that I won’t be broken easily. We walk down the huge corridors of the castle soon arriving at the staircase leading to the towering doors of my prison. I stop, waiting at the bottom of the stairs, “Go ahead and go on father, I shall wait here.” Nodding he goes along walking halfway to the doors and orders one of his servants to bring the Prince and his friend to meet the Princess.</div>