The Night She Entered The Palace
The Night She Entered The Palace
Chapter 1 — The Entrance
As I approached my palace, I could hear voices chatting and laughter echoing inside — as if they were all waiting for me.
But before I walked through those doors, my mind took me somewhere else for just a moment.
*Flashback*
They never had faces in my memory. Just legs. Just pointing fingers. Just the words —
“Tone that down.”
I was seven years old in a sparkly pink dress and tiny heels, glowing from the inside out — and somehow, that was too much for them. Too loud. Too much. Too expensive for a little girl.
But I was already everything they couldn’t understand.
(Present)
I smiled to myself and stepped forward.
As I walked inside, I realized everyone was dressed luxuriously — and I had come straight from the office. "Dammit," I whispered. I had been so busy creating all day that I hadn't had time to change.
But this is still my story.
I could have walked in wearing nothing at all and they still would have praised me. The moment I stepped through those doors, every head turned — and just like that, my fashion faux pas melted away. As if it never existed
Cameras clicking. Voices ringing. I felt like the most powerful girl in the world.
But my crowd is different. They know how to have fun on their own while still keeping me at the center of it all. I glanced to my right and saw my friends — beautiful, elegant, effortless — laughing and soaking in the room. Others had already made their way to the ballroom floor, dancing like the night had no end.
I moved through the room, feeling every bit of it.
Then my phone buzzed.
📱 New Message.
I slipped away upstairs to the third floor — my floor.
Pink, obviously. But not just pink — glamorous. The kind of room that makes you exhale the moment you walk in. Gold accents, soft lighting, roses that never seemed to wilt. A chandelier that caught every bit of light and threw it back like confetti.
I finally got changed.
A gorgeous gown. My pink hair swept up into a long curled ponytail, my bang swooped perfectly to the right side of my forehead.
I looked in the mirror and smiled.
Now I was ready.











































































