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While her Prince Charming presumably made his way to her home, Audrey Huntsberg was busy staring at her sideways reflection in the full-length mirror. She was pleased to see that the persistent bloating in her stomach had somewhat lessened after a day of nothing but a strict diet of water and almonds and a week of chicken, salads and water; so the faint dizziness she was feeling at the moment had been worth it. For the past six weeks, Audrey's body had been acting up for some reason she couldn’t quite explain. It had all started with that constant feeling of tiredness that had been plaguing her since about three weeks after Thanksgiving dinner. She’d tried to justify it with her body trying to normalize its biological clock after the stress of winter finals and dance competitions, but after that the nausea had made its appearance to further mess up with her mornings. Being the stubborn female she is, Audrey had merely sucked it up and continued to go about her daily life… 

Until four weeks ago, when she’d begun to throw up every morning. The Latina had begrudgingly decided to go to the doctor then, but after giving her instructions to get some rest and make sure to stay hydrated he dismissed her with claims that it had been that 48-hour virus that had been going around. But then the puking continued, and she’d noticed that even though she couldn’t keep any food down until mid-day her stomach had started to bloat. None of her jeans seemed to fit her right, and her tight clothes made her look eternally pudgy. Then there was also the time that she had to run out of the cafeteria to puke at the smell of seafood, and the coming-going feeling of sore breasts… Not even the missed periods worried Audrey or gave her any sort of inkling to the thought of what might be her current ‘condition’. There was a nagging feeling in her that told Audrey this was something much more serious than what she considered it to be, but in typical Audrey-fashion, she continued to push these thoughts aside and carry on. 

Making sure her makeup and outfit were flawless, Audrey gave herself one last once-over. Her dark brown locks were styled in soft waves, and fell down her back and right shoulder, while her makeup consisted of nude lipstick and a smoky eye to highlight her best feature. She’d opted to wear a silver necklace with a big pendant that resembled the sun, the diamond earrings that Alexandros had gifted her that past Christmas and silver pumps to bring attention to her dress: a short, ¾ sleeved model, made out of mesh and periwinkle-blue sequins with a plunging cleavage. Since the dress had mesh on the abdomen and was form-fitting, Audrey had made it her –successfully accomplished- mission to lose the bloating before tonight. Smirking in satisfaction, Audrey took her small evening bag from where it had been laying on top of her bed and confidently made her way downstairs. 

In a strange occurrence, her parents were excitedly waiting for her in the foyer, wanting to see their princess make their way to her last high school Valentine's Day ball. The couple usually went out for dinner on Friday nights, or were most often busy with work, so it was nice for Audrey to see them there for a change. As she went down the stairs and headed in their direction, she gave them a bright smile.

[color=deeppink]“How do I look?”[/color] Audrey called out to them, doing a small twirl before stopping in front of her parents.

The first one to act was Audrey’s mother. [color=lightcoral]“[i]¡Princesa! ¡Te ves hermosa![/i]”[/color] exclaimed Elisabetta, hurrying over to her daughter to embrace her in a warm, tight hug. She smelled like Audrey always remembered: Chanel No. 5. [color=lightcoral]“I am so proud of you! You better tell Alex that I'm going to take a lot of pictures when he arrives!”[/color]

Arthur Huntsberg followed suit, giving his daughter a tight hug and a loving kiss on the forehead. [color=FFEBCD]“Your mother is right. You look stunning, dear.”[/color] He gave Audrey a quick once-over before jokingly declaring, [color=FFEBCD]“Maybe a little less mesh and cleavage would’ve been nice, but oh well.”[/color]

Audrey couldn’t help but laugh: leave it to her dad to make a half-joking, half-serious comment about her dress’ plunging cleavage when he made his living fixing up women to wear things just like Audrey was. 

[color=deeppink]“Daddy, you’re too jealous.”[/color] Audrey told him with a good-natured smile. It was then when the doorbell of the Huntsberg Villa, and Audrey’s stomach filled up with excited butterflies. [color=deeppink]“I’ll get it! That has to be Alex!”[/color] she announced to her parents with an excited smile as she hurried to the door and swiftly opened it. 

[color=deeppink]“Well, hello there, handsome,”[/color] Audrey cooed, wrapping her arms around Alexandros and planting a quick kiss on his lips before whispering in his ear: [color=deeppink]“You look amazing, love. I’m so lucky to call you mine.”[/color]