A/N: People have been telling me that since I'm doing Disney TD-style, I should write Aleheather. But I had to search pretty far to find a Disney couple who fit the bill with these two. Well, someone suggested "The Princess and the Frog", so that's where this one comes in!

Plot: Heather dreams of being a millionaire one day, but for now, she's a waitress trying her hardest to save everything she can to achieve her dream. At the same time, Alejandro, a prince from Europe, has lost his inheritance and is desperate to get back the money, and when a dark voodoo master promises wealth in his future, a frog is in his place. And the only way to turn him back is to kiss a princess...

In the 1920s, things were rough. But even almost a century later, things were still rough, whether you're a young woman trying to raise money to start a conquest of a continent, or a young prince who needs to slow down and remember that charm isn't the only key to success.

Heather, a girl from a modest family, and Lindsay, a rich girl whose sixteenth birthday party cost more than a year's rent on an apartment, had grown up together. Heather had spent her life being envious of Lindsay's family's wealth, and to be honest, didn't like the bubbly blonde all that much. But Lindsay was unwaveringly friendly and loyal to Heather, and took it seriously when the dark-haired girl daydreamed about being a millionaire. When they were little girls, Lindsay would say "We should adopt you!"

But at the age of eighteen, their lives were very different. Lindsay would be going on to a university where her parents were paying for her, despite it probably being useless. Heather, though she had the brains to do well in any college, was working two waitress jobs, getting only three hours between each one (although one was closed on weekends). Her family didn't have the cash to support her, and all the money she didn't use on rent, food, taxes or clothes was saved. It was dispirited, almost soul-destroying, but she was determined to reach her dream.

"Another day, another eighteen hours of serving zombies." Heather muttered as she headed out of her rundown apartment to get to her first waitressing/baking job at five am. To be honest, the greasy spoon cafe she served at during the night was worse (although she wouldn't have to go back to that job until Monday – it was now Saturday), but she'd rather be buying a mini strawberry tart than serving/baking hundreds at the French-style cafe she served at every day. But she had to. She had to reach her dream, no matter how many people told her she worked too hard, or that she'd never be able to do it.

Today, though, had one difference. About an hour after Heather had started serving, Lindsay burst in, in a fever of excitement. "Eeee! Omigosh, omigosh Heather, you'll never ever guess what Daddy got for my eighteenth?"

"A brain?" Her sarcastic friend muttered.

Lindsay ignored the insult. "My birthday present is to literally be a princess for the whole day! Can you believe it? And I even get a prince visiting that whole time! He's staying with us for the next three days! We have a masquerade ball for when he arrives tonight!" She gave a squeal.

This got Heather's attention. "Prince? What?"

"From Europe!" Lindsay exclaimed, showing Heather the newspaper, which showed a picture of a rather handsome young man with a great smile, amazing deep green eyes and caramel skin. "So I get to see him for the next three days that he's here! Isn't he hot?" the blonde gushed.

Heather looked at the headlines. "He's called Alejandro? Linds, are you even going to remember how to pronounce that? I mean, seriously. You can't even remember two-syllable names!"

Lindsay wasn't listening. "Anyway, Heather, I was going to ask if you wanted to cater tonight's ball! I mean, when you bake here, it's heaven! So, please, please?"

Now this caught Heather's attention properly. Her grey eyes gleamed. "For how much?"

"It's a lot to do." Lindsay said. "Like, a lot. So what about...five hundred thousand? Plus expenses with whatever you need to buy to make everything!"

"Really?" Heather's eyes widened. With that money, she could move into a nicer apartment, find a job in a more profitable part of town, even get closer to achieving her millionaire dream. She nodded, even giving Lindsay a brief hug in gratitude. "I'll be there."

She had to work even harder than usual to keep up with orders that day, but in the middle of it, she was planning. Not what to use the money for, not yet – how she was going to be able to bake enough for a huge ball in time. After her job finished, she would only have five hours to get it all done and ready to take to Lindsay's mansion.

Nevertheless, as she started mixing, whisking, folding, and baking, she started getting an idea. Maybe she could invest in a bakery of her own. She was good at it, quick, and if the baked goods she made that night were a success, than maybe, just maybe, her goal would be reachable. Now that would be a more profitable job – advertising, running her own business. If someone like Lindsay could keep coming back for her food, than who's to say a lot of the upper-class people wouldn't?

In fact, Heather made the deposit on little place in a line of shops that same day, being able to get out of the apartment for half an hour while some of her many creations were baking. Sure, it was a tiny place, and she'd have to buy more ovens, but it had an upstairs apartment...not much better than the one she was in now, but a new business that also included a place to live? Well, it could work.

"Climb the ladder to success." The dark-haired girl muttered to herself. "I'm almost there."

The men who owned the building originally obviously didn't believe in Heather's grandiose plans, but once she'd given them the rest of the money after the first deposit, the place was hers "Unless a higher bid comes along before the end of next week, when we sell once and for all".

Whatever. Heather didn't care about what everyone said. She was going to get to her goal. It was just a matter of time.

Sorry this chapter was so short! I couldn't think of anything to write left. Mainly because I wanted to wait to introduce Alejandro. He will be there in the next chapter.

And as usual for the Disney movies, send in your favourite Aleheather moment. Mine has to be the scene in the cargo hold, when Alejandro traces the side of Heather's face and she almost smiles.