Author : Genevievebarbie
fonte : fanpop.com
Author's Summary : Prequel to barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses. The story of how Prince Randolph and Lady Isabella faced hardships and difficulties and later on, fell in amor and got married. This is my first fanfiction so please no flames. Lastly, please read and review!
Rating : T
Category : Romance, Drama
Disclaimer : The main characters of the story are owned por Mattel. I own all the supporting characters and the plot.

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Chapter 3 : Plotting

A man in his thirties stepped out of his carriage, in the middle of the night, in the middle of an empty field. He was supposed to be here 5 minutos ago, and was worried on what his client would do. Would she decrease the amount of money she promised to give him? Or would she find someone else to do his job? No, he told himself, she wouldn't find someone else, no one was as good at this as he was. Perhaps, just perhaps, she wouldn't do anything.

"You are late, Morden," said a cold voice from behind him. He shivered.

"i apologize for the delay, Lady Miranda. I was having a few… issues with another client," he said, and it was true.

"i do not care about your snivelling clients!" the client revealed to be Lady Miranda hissed, "get down to business," she snapped.

"Of course, the money first, please," he said said. A rather heavy bag was given to him. He looked inside. "Please, continue," he said as he counted the money.

"Right, now these are two girls…"
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Lady Miranda was very, very pleased today. However, her daughters needed to know of these… recent developments in the plan.

"Anastasia, Drizella, come down here!" she heard humming. How odd, she thought, her girls didn't hum. Was it one of those annoying twins? She peered in the hallway. It was. She was dusting the vase. "You! Get out of the house!" she wanted to say, but instead she said, "My girl, do you mind going out into the garden for a while, I need to have a chat with anastasia and Drizella."

"Of course, step mother," she quickly said, and moved out of the hallway, a few segundos later, she heard the door close.

Her daughters had already come down. She turned to them, "Drizella, Anastasia, the man has agreed to do as we asked. Soon, we'll be rid of those twins for good!"

"That's great mother, they weren't of use anyway," said Drizella.

"What's seguinte in the plan, then?" Inquired Anastasia.

"Glad you asked, Anastasia. Now, you will have to continue being 'nice' to them. All we have to do is make-up some reason for them to get into Morden's carriage. Now, any ideas?" she asked.

"How about we ask them to run a few errands?" asked Anastasia.

"No, Anastasia, we can't do that, we sent them for that yesterday," she pointed out.

"Oh, right…"

"How about we send them 'shopping' as an apology gift from us?" this was Drizella, "That would do."

"Yes, yes, that is good. So tomorrow, we hand them a pouch of money, real of course, to make them believe us. Obviously, the pouch is mais money for Morden. We tell them it's an apology gift. And then, their none of our business," she said the last line with an evil chuckle.

Another round of evil and mocking laughs passed. Yes, Miranda and co. were definitely pleased.

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This was one of the weirdest weeks in Isabella and Ilana's life. No, scratch that. This was the weirdest week of Isabella and Ilana's life. For some reason, their step family was actually nice to them for a week now. Instead of comforting Bella and Lana, it scared them. The last time they had been this nice was when their father was alive, and seguro at home. Being nice now was not normal. The girls were always treated like maids.

"Something isn't right Bella, I can feel it," said Ilana one day, as they were raking the grass. She had been having these feelings for several days now, and decided to voice them to her sister.

"I know, Lana, something's wrong. I think we should let Lalaina and Natalie know. They might me able to help us if needed," said Isabella.

"Do you think we're going to be kicked out soon?" asked Ilana.

"Let's hope not, Lana," said Isabella with a sigh.

"If we are kicked out, where will we go?" came Ilana's segundo question.

"Don't you remember what Lalaina said the last we met?" As Ilana shook her head, she continued, "The castelo needs mais servants and seamstresses," said Isabella.

"You're saying we work and live in the castle? But Natalie later said that there was a shortage in the first place because of the head servant. She loves firing people, All. The. Time," said Ilana in disbelief.

"What choice do we have?" asked Isabella sadly.

"I have a feeling that these people are going to do mais than just kick us out," Lana said in a serious tone.

"What do you mean?" Bella asked.

"I was walking near the parlour yesterday, and I heard stepmother say something along the lines of 'Money pouch' and 'They are not going to be our problem anymore', she replied sadly.

"They're going to sell us?" Isabella was horrified. She couldn't believe the sort of person her Papa married.

"Apparently, Miranda and co. are worse than we thought! What are we going to do? We've got to run away!" said Ilana in a shaky voice, barely above a whisper.

"No."
"No?"
"No, we can't run away, this lot's got good connections with the King and Queen, the Royal Family in general, they'll easily find us," reasoned Bella.

"Well then, what do you expect us to do? If we live at the castle, we'll be even closer to the Royal Family!… though… on the bright side, we can meet the prince!" said Ilana, "Lalaina says he's wonderful,"

"Sis, this is Lalaina we are talking about, she thinks everybody is nice," retorted Isabella.

"You have a point there."
"Exactly, I know."
"But he's the prince!"

"Which probably means he's going to be a spoiled brat! And Ilana, do you like, have a crush on him or something?"

"No! Never. It's just that I've never met royalty before. I wonder what they'll be like," she countered.

"Remember Ilana, us living in the castelo is just a possibility," reminded Isabella.

"Way to go and crush my dia dreams," Ilana replied with a sigh.

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Meanwhile, Miranda was watching, and though she couldn't hear anything they were saying, she knew it was something in retaliation to her and her daughters plans. Damn those twins!

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A/N: Chapter 3 is here. What do you think? Big thanks to Jessowey for beta. seguinte chapter might, might be a little disturbing. That's why this fanfiction is rated T. R&R. Comment & Fan. Later!

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