Spencer Charnas One Shots

XCV. Masquerade [Royal Maid pt. 2]

hello, my good friend asked for a second part, so here it is!

the dress above is yours. change the color..or dress..if you'd like! I just got one for reference to what the story holds lmao.

n/n = nickname

enjoy!

"You should come to the ball," my Prince stated, circling my hair around his finger as I sat in front of him. Turns out, playing with my hair helps his stress. It helps mine too.

"I am coming, silly."

"No, as a Princess."

I looked back to him, eyes wide. He had now dropped my hair and was looking at me with a very serious look. "No, I'm serious, Y/n. I want you to come as a Princess. It's a masquerade, no one will know it's you."

"Spencer, I'm attending as a Maid. One of the servers has gotten sick and I'm taking her place," I said sadly. He shook his head and grabbed his phone.

"Nope, they can use somebody else." Spencer spoke while typing out a message. I tried to see but he was shaking his phone, angry typing. I waited until he was finished and he showed me the phone. The message read:

mom, dad, I have a request. I know y/n was chosen to be the new server at the ball, but she deserves a break. she's worked really hard and helped me out with many tasks.

what I'm asking is for you to please let her off on the day of the ball. let someone else fill in the place. I think she deserves a break. ly <3

I handed Spencer the phone back and smiled. "How do I get in?"

"I'll write a personal letter that you can bring to the doors. There's a passageway to the garden that you can go out and come back through. And I think I know what you're going to wear," he told me with a growing smile. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was thinking.

Before we could continue, I got a page down to the dining room. Both Spencer and I looked at it and then each other. I smiled. "But I don't wanna."

"You can't say I'm busy every day or else we'll get caught. So I have to leave now." I stood up and fixed my outfit, beginning to step away. My Prince grabbed my waist from behind me and I jumped, turning around.

"Don't I get my goodbye kiss?" he questioned with puppy-dog eyes. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in what I was assuming to be a peck, but when I pulled away, Spencer pulled me back into him. He engulfed me in another passionate, more heated kiss. I melted into it, almost forgetting of my task at hand.

But I gained composure and pulled away. "Mm, you're such a good kisser," Spencer flirted with a wink.

"Learned from the best," I winked back at him while replying. I quickly made my way out of his bedroom, after checking both ways of course.

*

I stared at the beautiful purple gown lying across my bed. My mouth hung open, alongside Chelsie's. Spencer said I could tell her, which I was going to anyways, so I did. She reach to pick up the note and looked at it, "'My mother's dress when she met my father. It's a little small, but I think it'll fit your curves.' and then he put a winky face, 'I hope this fits and I will see you next time we meet. For now, enjoy your day.' with two x's afterwards."

We both went silent again until I picked up the dress. The ball was two days away. Chelsie and I wouldn't see each other again before the ball. She was chosen as the server, which she was happy for. So, I wanted to try the dress on today in front of her. "Put it on!" she rushed me, pushing me towards the bathroom.