The Perfect Princess

Chapter 2-

I looked at myself in my vanity mirror once again.

Who's this girl looking back at me?

She's wearing a red ballroom dress that has a lace sweetheart neckline, flows out at my hips with little hearts on it and also has a slit on the side where one of her legs can go.

She has red gloves on the reach past her elbows.

I don't recognise her at all. Her hair is beautiful, curly at the ends and has little sparkles of glitter in it.

It takes me a while to register its me in the mirror.

Zaria enters and I turn to face her. She's wearing a stunning black dress that clings her curves perfectly.

"Wow, Z," I say shocked. "You look gorgeous," I finish while putting on my earrings.

"So do you." She replies looking down at her feet, "Zaria what's wrong? You've been acting strange all day!" I question.

"I just-" she pauses. I walk closer to her. "I want tonight to go well for you and-" she pauses once again.

"It's alright Z," I put my hand on her arm. "It's not going to go well," she adds. I raise my eyebrow at her in confusion.

What does she mean?

"What are you talking about, Z?" I take my hand off her arm slowly. "You have to-" she's interrupted by a cough.

"Octavia, come now dear the ball is starting," my mother says as she grabs my arm excusing me from this conversation. "You better tell me later Z!" I shout while being dragged out.

I straighten my dress as I walk by my mothers side, "Darling you look gorgeous," she says breaking the silence.

I nod back at her as she leaves me to enter the ballroom on my own.

I was never a mother's girl when I was growing up nor a fathers girl.

I loved spending time on my own when I was younger. I miss it so much. Having no worries and duties but what must be done must be done. I will be happy someday. Hopefully.

But for now here I am walking down the staircase into the ballroom with hundreds of eyes on me.

Looking for that one man that is definitely here.

Hehe Christian..

Heat instantly rushed to my face when I looked down at all the men in the room. I'd say it was majority.

Some fathers age, some mid-thirties and then a lot around my age.

I knew as soon as I stepped in I would hate this with every ounce of myself but...

A promise is a promise.

I walked down the stairs holding onto the bannister slowly, every eye in the room on me. I smiled and waved the hand I was not using to balance myself.

Suddenly my eyes settle on Christian and boy oh boy he looks fine as ever tonight. His dirty blonde hair sitting perfectly on his head and his face as sharp as a knife.

His eyes filled with happiness and a bright smile on his face, dimples showing and all.

He's hot. As fuck.

I took my eyes off him to scan the room for others after giving him my signature 'Via' smile, and then I connected eyes with someone I haven't seen in a long time.

Matteo Huxley.

My eyes instantly go wide and I'm forced to hold myself up. He has changed so much and if it hadn't have been for the smirk plastered on his face i wouldn't have recognised him.