The mirror door opened. Ma stood there. Her brows furrowed together. “I won’t even ask,” she said as she shook her head, “It’s safe. Some idiot forgot to send out a testing warning.”

She held out her hand and Margo grabbed it. Margo smiled,

“Thank goodness. I was scared there for a moment.”

Margo and Ma headed back to the chair. I stood in the closet and rubbed my lips. It was silly of me to think like that. This is a professional relationship, and it needs to stay that way.

I do not even want to think of the implications this may cause for either of us. She’s technically my higher-up. My boss. It’s not right for me to have thoughts like this.

This isn’t what Margo wants or needs. She needs to find herself a Prince. I cannot get in the way of that. I can want all I want, but what she needs is more important.

~~~~~

We walked side by side, Margo and I.  We haven’t talked about what happened in the closet. The way she touched me and the way I wanted her to touch me. I noticed now how cold my hand is without her’s holding it. She stopped walking and looked down at her hands. She fidgeted with her fingers.

“What is it,” I asked. She doesn’t answer, she just keeps starting at her fingers. I walked back over to her and grabbed her hand. She looked up at me, a look of shock on her face.

“Sorry,” she said before she started to walk this time ahead of me. She stormed towards the library.

“What’s going on,” I asked as I chased after her. She shook her head in response.

“Nothing, it’s fine! Everything is fine!”

“It doesn’t seem like it!” I rebutted. 

She stopped and turned around. Her face was red like she held her breath for too long, “Just don’t worry about it, Suki. Please? I don’t want to talk about it. Not now.”

I nod, “Yes. I understand.” She sighed and softened into a smile.

“You can treat me like an equal Suki. We’re friends.” I smiled.

“I’m glad,” I answered her. She laughed. 

She opened the library door and froze. I took a step closer and saw what made her stop.

Prince Harold without his mask and his butler Benard with his mask. They stood barely hidden by a bookshelf, their lips touching more than mine would ever with Margo. 

I could hear a slight moan. Benard ran a hand through Harold’s hair. Benard bit Harold’s bottom lip. He slightly pulled Harold’s hair. They broke apart for a breath of air and looked at each other. They laughed and pulled each other in for a hug. They looked happy.

Harold turned towards me and we made eye contact. He grew red.

“Is this why you aren’t interested,” Margo asked. Harold grew even redder. 

“Yes,” Harold said and then looked over at Benard.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m in love with Benard,” Harold said while he rubbed the back of his neck. Harold grabbed Benard’s hand and squeezed it tightly. 

“I didn’t know that–,” Margo started.

“What, you didn’t know what? Two men can be together,” Harold retorted.

Margo shook her head, “No! What! No! I’m not homophobic!”

“I never said you were, why are you assuming I thought you were?”

“I. Sorry? I’m not homophobic, I support. Why wouldn’t I? I mean.”

Harold interrupted with a laugh, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I was just teasing.”

“I just didn’t know it was allowed.”

“What was,” Harold asked. Margo looked around.

“Being with your butler? I thought you had to pick a Princess,” Margo answered.

Harold shrugged, “Who cares what a bunch of old people said years ago. This is the now.” 

“I can love whomever I want and I can marry Benard. I’m not going to let some tradition keep me from doing what I want,” he added pulling Benard in closer. His eyes sharp like knives and his eyes narrowed as if he was ready to fight anyone who wanted to fight him.