Chapter 8

          “Come,” she said softly extending her hand to me.

“Where are we going?” I asked her skeptically.

“Somewhere special, you’d be one of the few to go to this place,” Gwendolyn whispered, opening a small hidden flap of bark on the side of the room’s wall.

“O-okay then,” I replied shyly as I took her hand.  She smiled at me, locking door and dragging me to the entrance of the tunnel which was behind the piece of wood.

“What’s that your majesty?” I exclaimed and backed up slightly.  Gwendolyn giggled slightly and placed a finger to her soft lips,

“It’s Gwen, now shhhh,” she said behind laughter.  ‘Gwen’ looked back at me briefly before letting go of my hand and began messing with the skirt of her dress.

“Ummm, what are you doing?” I said raising an eyebrow. 

She continued to ruffle and tug at the rose petals on her dress’s skirt before the seams started to tear off the bottom of the dress.  After a few minutes of tugging, heaving, and huffing and puffing, she tore off the bottom of the dress until the dress was right under her knees. 

“Gwen, wh-,” I was cut off when Gwendolyn handed me over an armful of rose petals from her dress, which literally pulled me to my knees.

“Hold those,” she said laughing under her breath while fixing her skirt.

“H-how do you wear this?” I panted while trying to stand up from the floor, practically drowning underneath Gwendolyn’s skirt.

“It’s easy you just suck it in, keep your head up, and try not to fall,” Gwen giggled, staring down at me and offered me her hand.  I felt embarrassed having to take her hand again, but I reluctantly grabbed it, leaving her skirt on the floor.

“C’mon umm, what’s your name?” Gwendolyn asked.

“Annabelle,” I replied. 

“Okay Annabelle, let’s go,” Gwendolyn said softly as she gave me a mysterious smirk.

“What was that for…?” I asked skeptically.

“You’ll see,” Gwen giggled once more before jumping down the passage.