((It's okay, no worries))
Ella debated whether or not to tell this woman about her curse. Her mother, before she had died, had said to never let anyone take advantage of her. Not eager to be used like Sir Edgar, she decided instead to say nothing about the curse. If magic had pulled her into this strange world, surely there was someone powerful enough to lift her curse. "Los Angeles?" She'd never heard of the place. "...in California..." That didn't sound like a place from back home at all. "This really must not be a part of Frell or Lamiere."
"My name is Ella. Ella of Frell." In her heart she was half tempted to say Princess, but surely that didn't matter now. Noticing that she was still dressed in her gown from the wedding, she sighed. Such a beautiful dress that was slightly ruined from her abrupt fall into the middle of the road. Fingers toyed idly with the white skirt, still hoping that this was a dream.