Do you know what I hate about balls the most? The dancing. I love dancing with my friends or by myself but I hate dancing with a man. It looks awkward. Ballroom 101 always stands furthest from the dancing area. I also recommend eating no one will approach you.
The king was expected to enter after the first dance so very few people were dancing because most of the ladies had gone to the powder room to touch upon their gowns, faces, and hair.
They all looked gorgeous except Avyanna and her friends of course. No amount of makeup could fix them. With all due disrespect, no amount of products can fix a bitches, ugly soul.
I stood near the dessert table trying to sneakily eat some strawberries as the trumpets blared out a signal for the king coming in. The ballroom instantly came to life and the young ladies rushed back in. Some of them had changed their dresses and they all looked beautiful in their blues and purples. Some of them had gone out of the box and had yellow, orange, and even light pink dresses. Everyone looked good except for Avyanna and her friends.
" Des don't you think that yellow on Aelia looks beautiful," Haizea said
" I agree Haz, I wonder who her designer is he really did make her look beautiful," Devika replied before I could
" Can you see Gael anywhere?" Haizea asked
" She probably is with the troll and her friends," Devika replied
" No, I see my sister but I don't see Gael," I said
" PRESENTING HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE JACQYUES III HEIR TO THE THRONE OF DYNAMI, AGRIADA, AND EFTYCHIA", the announcer shouted for all to hear as the prince entered.
So this was the future king who everyone was fawning about. He was ... I mean he was him he was himself and for another woman that would be okay. He was an awkward man. Lanky and unsure of himself. His baby blue eyes darted around the room and his brown hair was slicked back making his forehead look bigger, he had pastel pale skin that resembled rice; I believed that he had never seen the sun in his lifetime. He had thin lips with a rosy tint to it the only other color on his pale face other than his dim baby blue eyes and his brown limp hair.
He bowed towards the crowd and we all bowed back. He walked down the stairs holding the banister as if he would topple over if he did not.
Before he had even stepped off the last step, mothers crowded around him asking if he would want to dance with their daughters. Luckily enough my dad came to his rescue and took him towards the other men.
" What do you think isn't he handsome?" Gael said out of nowhere
" Uhm well, I mean..." Haizea started off
" He is interesting," Haizea said to cover up for herself
" Oh! please he looks like a gecko," Devika said
" I have to side with Dev on this he is just so dull, bland, unseasoned. He reminds me of salt," I said
" He may be bland but he is a prince," Gael said
" And? I must sacrifice my standards for royalty," Devika said
" Who said he would pick you?" Gael retorted
" I could say the same for you. I mean Gael babes why would he pick you? " Devika said back
" Ladies, this is not the time or the space for this," Haizea said
" I mean for your information Dev, I look the most like a Queen and I am obviously the most qualified. And look at you, you have eaten 5 pastries tonight already. Who would want a fat pig as a wife?" Gael said with venom
" And who would want a nasty bitch as theirs," I said grabbing Haizea nad Devikas hands and walking off
We walked off into a corner far away from Gael.
" Don't listen to her Dev she is just being spiteful," Haizea said hugging Devika who was on the verge of tears
" She is just being spiteful babes and you know that," I said rubbing Devika's back
" I'm not crying because of what she said. I am crying because murder is illegal and I left my donut," Devika said in between tears
" Really Dev," Haizea said
"It's just your luck that I picked you up a donut as we were walking off," Haizea said handing her a donut
As Devika started eating the music started playing and the men migrated away from their huddle to look for a partner to dance with. Im fucked
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Historical Fiction" A long time ago, I thought I would have married a man for love. I thought he would be faithful. I thought we would have passionate and rough sex and hold each other after, but now I see that I was destined to suffer,"
