Red Roses

Chapter 7: Rise Without Direction (Part 1)

🌹 Chapter 7: Rise Without Direction (Part 1)

"After you." Prince Julius gestures me to step in the limousine, with I assume the driver holding open the door for us.

"Err- thanks!" I say while blushing slightly. Really, I don't know why, so don't ask. I take a seat and admire the interior of the giant vehicle. After a little while of complete silence I speak up.

"Why did you come to help me?" I ask curiously.

"Does a true gentleman need a reason?" He smiles at me.

"I mean, you came at just the right time. Was it a coincidence?" I raise my eyebrow slightly.

"Oh well, the truth is that after I said goodbye to you earlier this night, I got a call from Matthias."

"Matthias?"

"Yes, he said that the paparazzi were bigger than life and twice as ugly tonight and that a certain someone might run into some trouble." He says, wiggling his eyebrows slightly. A certain someone? Did he mean me? Yeah right.

"I doubt it. It's pretty hard to believe Matthias would do something like that." I deny.

He chuckles and tilts his head slightly. "Why so?"

"It's just that..." I try to think of something to say but Prince Julius is faster.

"I know he acts cold sometimes, or actually he's always like that. But I'm sure he is a great person deep down inside." I listen to every word he says and smile softly at him, admiring the calmness he carries around him.

"You know him well, don't you?" I ask.

"Nah, we don't really get along." He shrugs and shakes his head. Oh, didn't expect that.

"Then how-"

"I guess I'm just an optimistic person."

I look at him as if he just gave Martin Luther King's I have a dream speech. He is so tranquil and at peace, it just makes me hold him in high regard. We exchange glances for a little while longer before averting both our eyes to the scenery that passes by outside the car window.

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DING DONG

"Miss Vanderbilt, what are you doing here so early?"

A man, probably some butler opens the front door and gapes at my presence.

"First of all, my last name is Blackburn. Second of all, Mr. Wealthy decided to leave me alone with thousands of snotty rich people in a colossal building so I decided to leave the party and go straight to bed. I'm tired you know?"

He stares at me as if I just said something out of ordinary, as in rude.

"Well err- excuse me, Miss Blackburn." The man clears his troat. "Please, come in." He holds the door wide open, politely gesturing me to enter.

"Thank you." I say and head upstairs, making my way through the large halls. I was thinking of changing into a random T-shirt and some sweatpants but when I open the massive closet in my new room (can you even believe it?) all I see is dresses, skirts, and more dresses. Okay, there might be a couple of pants and shorts here and there, but none of them are actually suitable to wear at night, as in to comfortably sleep in. What is this kind of cavalier corn-fed clothing? It's ridiculous, sorry.

After grumping and being annoyed by how I just cannot seem to find a single comfy piece of clothing, I decide to just go with what this wonderful object of a closet has to offer: