2007-11-09T06:40:00.000-08:00

Karenna Mornay looked at her 18 year old stepdaughter, Ninietta De Romany. Karenna had no children before and thought that she needed to be nice to her stepdaughter. She loved Ninietta but soon, when Joseph De Romany, Ninietta’s father died, Karenna married Frederick Mornay. Frederick had a son called Garrett Mornay. Garrett loved Ninietta deeply however Ninietta returned none of these feelings.
Our story begins one evening when Ninietta wished she could meet her true love. Soon, Garrett entered Ninietta’s room and began to caress her. “Ninietta, I love you so much!” he exclaimed. “Well I do not love you back only as a brother,” Ninietta snapped, tired of Garrett’s advances. Garrett got up and locked the door. He brushed his lips on hers. “No, Garrett, I can’t,” Ninietta said. Ninietta got up, unlocked the door and went downstairs. “Oh my baby,” Karenna hugged Ninietta. Karenna went up to bed and Frederick walked over to Ninietta. “Why won’t you marry my son?” Frederick asked. “I just don’t love him,” Ninietta answered. “Ninietta, you’d be secure and you would have a happy home and he would treat you well, you know that,” Frederick told Ninietta. “I’m just so sorry but I can’t,” Ninietta answered. “It’s alright, I can’t force you but think about it,” Frederick held her chin and kissed her forehead. “Good night, papa,” Ninietta hugged Frederick. She liked Frederick because Frederick was much like her own father. Ninietta went to sleep.The next morning, Frederick sent Ninietta into town to get some supplies. Ninietta was in the Mirabelle Plaza searching for the supplies when another boy around her age bumped into her, a hood pulled over his head. “Oh, I’m really sorry, it’s my entire fault,” Ninietta said. “Don’t worry, I was very clumsy,” the boy said and looked into her eyes. “Wait a minute, you’re the Prince!” Ninietta exclaimed quietly. “Sh, don’t tell everyone,” Prince Andrew whispered and pulled the hood over his head a little more. “I am so sorry about that,” Ninietta said. “Don’t worry and you may call me Philip,” Prince Andrew said. “Well, I’m just going to get more supplies and then go to the cloth shop to get some cloth,” Ninietta said. “Can I come along with you?” Prince Andrew or Philip asked. “Sure, come on,” Ninietta told Philip. Philip followed Ninietta to the market. “Ah, Ninietta, who is this young man who travels with you?” Gwendolyn, the woman who sold good vegetable at cheap prices, requested. “Oh, Gwendolyn, he is just my friend, Philip,” Ninietta smiled and saw that Prince Andrew tugging on his hood, “he’s extremely shy.” Gwendolyn smiled and gave Ninietta the change that was due. “Now, Philip, let’s go to the cloth shop and then I’ll be on my way home,” Ninietta said. “Oh please, won’t you stay in town a while longer?” Prince Andrew asked Ninietta. “Why do you take such interest in my staying in town?” Ninietta inquired. “Well, I wouldn’t keep you longer if you agreed to come to my birthday ball,” Prince Andrew grinned. “Why do you want me to come?” Ninietta asked. “Well, I’d like to see at least one friendly face there,” he smiled. “Sure, I’ll come,” Ninietta replied. “Well, I have sent an invitation to every household as a formality but you can consider yourself specially invited,” Prince Andrew smiled. “I will see you soon then,” Ninietta agreed and parted with Prince Andrew. Ninietta took a carriage back to her house and opened her mailbox. There, in the mailbox, was an invitation to Prince Andrew’s ball and more mail.

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