This is going to be a quick, 3 to 5 Chapter story on NalCessa. Enjoy!
Princessa stretched out on a pink chaise lounge in her enormous closet. She pulled out her bejeweled cellphone, and continued texting her now fiance, Nalyd. She sighed dreamily as she remembered his romantic proposal on the beach. It didn't matter to her if he was poor or anything like that... no, she was marrying for love, and that was the smartest thing she knew she'd ever do.
They'd been engaged for a month now, with the wedding date set and everything. April 14th... the day she'd become Mrs. Renrut...
As she texted Nalyd, she scribbled "Mrs. Renrut" all over the cover of her notebook for Music Theory class. They'd both graduated high school that past summer and were ready for life's next adventures, together.
Soon her phone went off, it was Nalyd, strangely enough. "Uh, hi..." she muttered, confused.
"Hey, Cessa," he said happily. "I know we've been texting for an hour... but I just really wanted to hear your voice instead," he added.
She giggled. "That has to be the most ADORABLE thing I've ever heard!"
"Well, it's honest... Anyway, you don't have class tomorrow do you?" he asked.
"No, I don't go back to school until the start of the New Year. It's supposed to snow like CRAZY. Plus, they're doing some renovations to all of the theatres. But hey, it's Julliard, you can't expect them to be anything less than the best, right?"
"Right! So we should hang out soon... tonight... don't you think?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh totally! I miss you sweetie!" she cooed. "What should we do?"
"Uh... well, I actually have a surprise for you, Cessa," he muttered. "I hope that's okay!"
"Oh I just LOVE surprises!" she beamed. "I can't wait!" she giggled. "What should I wear?" she gasped as the thought suddenly occured to her.
"Anything you want, but I'd say dress nice. Not that you don't ALWAYS look nice...I mean...." he replied.
Princessa chuckled. "I know, I know. I'll see you later then sweetie... what time?"
"Alright! Well, I love you," she purred.
"I love you too, Cessa! Bye!" he answered. Then they both hung up.
Princessa smiled down at her notebook as she put her phone on the end table beside her. "Mrs. Renrut..." she sighed. "That's gonna be me!" she giggled.
Then she hopped up off of her longue, tossed the book on the end table, next to her phone, and started getting ready. It was already 5:00. Two hours was considered short notice in her book. She needed (ahem, wanted...) all the time she could get. But then again, she'd try to hurry as quickly as she could if it were for Nayld. He was the only person she'd even TRY to be patient for.