What Comes of Attending the Commoners Ball

by Elisabeth Aimee Brown

“Let’s get home,” she says. “I’ll do your hair so you can go get me my cheese.”

“I don’t want to make an impression. I just want to fill my pockets with rolls and cheese and then come home.”

I hope you didn’t fall in love with him just because he gave you cheese!”

“What? Giving you cheese without being in love? I’ve never heard such things,” Dad says.