You had been working hard all week on Mr. Peterson's farm to earn money to buy materials to make a dress. You were going to the ball. You were going to see Jack again, even if it meant spending precious money. It was now Thursday, and the ball was tomorrow. Mr. Peterson gave you your payment and you thanked him as you ran out of the door. You ran all the way to the market. You bought all the materials you would need and quickly ran home to begin sewing it together. You knew it would take forever, but you had procrastinated getting the materials. You pulled out the old sewing machine your family owned from when your mother used to be the town seamstress. That was until your father died. His death left your mother shocked and depressed. She closed her shop and spent most of her days in her room, lying on her bed. You were her beacon of light. You, through hard work and persuasion, got her to get out of bed and continue life. She then began doing everything she used to do again except sewing. He shop had been bought out by a rich family that had better equipment for the job. So, she helped clean the house, worked on the farm, and cooked food.

You pulled the old machine out and plugged it in. You got out the materials you needed and sewed away. You sewed until it was time for dinner. Your dress was about 75% done then.

"What have you been doing all day, (Y/N)?" Mother asked you at dinner.

"Oh, I've been sewing my dress together for the ball tomorrow. I'm so excited! It's going to be so much fun!"

"I never said we were going, (Y/N). I'm not sure I want to be around all those rich people who will just look down on us."

"But mother, it'll be fun! Who cares about them, anyways? I really want to go. I never go do anything."

"Yes, I know darling. I'd rather stay home than go and be made a fool of."

"Mother, please?" You began to feel impatient. "I need to go."

"You don't need to go. What you need to do is wash those dishes."

"Mother," your brother piped in. "Please let (Y/N) go. She's been working so hard and deserves a break. If you don't want us all to go, just send her. Please mother. I'll wash the dishes." He put on his best puppy eyes.

Mother sighed. "Fine, you can go. I'll help sew your dress and I'll even get the carriage out for you."

You and your brother exchanged a shocked look. "We have a carriage?!"

"Yes, it's nothing fancy. Your father used it to travel when he needed to."

You squealed with excitement as you and your brother went to wash the dishes. "So, you really like this Jack guy?" Your brother questioned.

You chuckled. "I only met him once, but yes, I guess you could say I like him."

"I'm excited for you sis."

"Thanks, Peter."

You heard your mother finishing your dress as you and Peter put the final dishes away. You went to your room to find shoes and jewelry to wear. You pulled out a necklace your mother had given you. It was simple. It was three gold hearts on a gold chain. You laid it out and went to search for shoes to wear. The only shoes you had were old boots and a pair of Converse. You decided to wear the Converse since your dress was long. You then checked on how far along your dress was. As you entered the room, your mother was just finishing it up.

"This is going to look so good on you."

"Thanks, mother."

"Jack better be worth it," she said with a chuckle.

"How did you-"

"I know, sweetie. I could tell by the looks you gave him. Have fun tomorrow."

She went to her room and you went to yours. You dreamed of the ball.

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You hopped into the carriage and were off. Soon, you arrived at the castle. You gasped as you took in its beauty. It was so gorgeous. The carriage stopped right by a long line of stairs. You carefully got out and were helped up the stairs as you marveled at what you saw inside. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling inside the palace. You stepped inside and marveled at the huge staircases that surrounded the floor you assumed was the dance floor. The staircases clung to the walls of the room and led to the top where you saw two throne like seats. The king sat in one while Prince Jack leaned on the railing, admiring the guests that came in. His eyes soon met yours and he offered a smile and little wave. You smiled and waved back.

Soon, trumpets sounded and and announcer said that it was time for the Prince and everyone to dance. All the ladies held their breath as Jack carefully and quickly walked down the steps. He shot his bright smile around the room, causing the ladies to gasp and practically drool over him. Soon, he made his way to you. He offered his hand to you. "May we dance?" He asked and you responded with a giggle and nod.

The dance was amazing, mostly because Jack had been whispering sweet things into your ear the entire time. He said things like "you're the only one" "you look so gorgeous" "I'm so glad you came". The dance soon ended, to your dismay, but Jack said he'd meet you outside on the balcony at 11 o'clock. You stood outside of the dance floor until the large clock sounded 11 times, letting you know it was time to meet Jack. You quickly went up the steps and walked out to the balcony. You closed the door behind you and looked up to see Jack and another girl in a heated make out session. You gasped, and it caused Jack and the girl to pull apart. He looked at you in shock and then guilt hit his eyes. Tears filled your eyes and you opened the door and ran down the steps. You heard Jack call after you, but you didn't care. You were so heart broken.
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You woke up and sat up. You were breathing heavily and sweating. You looked around and saw that you were in your room, with your brother. You calmed down your racing heart and convinced yourself it was a dream. Your dream caused you to have doubts about the ball tomorrow. You practically stayed up all night thinking about it. Would he act like he did in your dream?