The Baker Boys

Chapter 11

Heading to the table, I skillfully avoid bumping into anyone and take note of the empty seats. I take a seat and shift my gaze throughout the room. My mother and Lo catch my eye as they move around the dance floor.

Since this was a ball, they couldn't just full-on breakdance and shake what their mommas gave them, so they had to perform the waltz. It's hilarious watching Loretta attempt such a graceful dance. With the way she's dancing, I wholeheartedly believe everyone around her will leave with sore toes.

She notices me watching and sees the pure amusement on my face. She glares and motions for me to come to join them. I laugh and shake my head no. She stomps her foot like the child she is and crosses her arms. I imitate her gesture and watch as she rolls her eyes at my stubbornness.

While I wait for them to finish dancing I pull my phone out of my purse to kill some time. Now, do I play hayday or flappy bird? Decisions, decisions.

After twenty minutes of working on my farm Lo and my mom come back from dancing. Lo looking way more worked than mom.

I notice beads of sweat on her forehead and cringe, "Jeez Lo, you don't have to waltz your way to death,"

"Don't be ridiculous. Death would be much less painful than falling on my ass in front of all these people," She deadpans. Huffing as she sits down.

Mom reaches over and pats her hair softly, wincing at the sweat, "You did very well, Loretta,"

"Don't lie to me, Mother, I accept my fate as a horrible ballroom dancer," She dramatically sighs gulping down a glass of water after.

"Lo, wasn't your new year's resolution going to the gym more often? Looks like someone needs to take the new Year more seriously," I smirk while taking a sip of my water. I glance at her over the rim and don't miss the way her eye twitches. A telltale of just how annoyed she is. She just makes it so easy.

She stands from her seat and points a finger at me, "You take that back right now, Whitney!" She raises her voice, gaining the attention of several people around us.

I stand up as well, ready to make a beeline for the bathrooms. "Don't be upset with the truth," I smirk again and head off to my planned destination. Although the heels are making this quite difficult.

So it was no surprise when I tripped over them, losing a shoe in the process.

You have got to be kidding me. Where's Prince Charming when you need him?

I crashed into what I thought to be the floor, but I realized very quickly that it was no such thing. Apparently, I found Prince Charming. I'd say I manifested him if I didn't know any better.

After I come to the revelation that I was indeed in the Prince's arms, I hurry to get out of his hold and find my shoe. Damn if I don't feel like Cinderella.

In my quest to find my shoe, which has been unsuccessful so far, might I add, I take note of everyone, and I mean everyone, staring at us. It was quite unnerving if I'm going, to be honest.

"Looking for this?" I snap my eyes up to the Prince and see him casually holding my shoe in his hand. How the hell did he get that?

I smile sheepishly and hobble towards him. The one heel throwing off my balance. "Thank you," I try to reach for it but I'm stopped when he moves his arm back.

"Nuh-uh, not just yet," He stares down at me.

I stare back at him with clear confusion on my face, "And why not, Hen- Prince Henry?" I almost slip up and forget I shouldn't be calling him Henry in front of people. I also forget we have to ask as if we've never met before.