The Unexpected Visit

Chapter 2

"Beca!" my mother shouts.

"What?"

"Are you ready yet?"

I look at myself. As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. "Yes!"

My mother has decided to throw a ball in honor of me becoming Princess as well as for "courting" Owen. I look around as we enter the ballroom; this place is lit up like the ball on New Year's Eve back home--oh, how I miss those days. Owen takes my hand and we put on our smiles. His smile is absolutely perfect. After being introduced to what seemed like millions of people, my mother finally lets me go do whatever I want. I leave her to try and find Owen when suddenly someone is behind me. Ugh, I thought she wouldn't follow me.

"What do you want mom?" I ask as I turn around.

"I'm not your mother," A tall man replies.

"Who are you and what do you want? I'm a little busy," I ask, searching the room for Owen.

"My name doesn't matter. Come with me, Princess. I know who you are looking for and know where to find him," he says.

"You know where he is?" I ask, concerned.

"Yes, but you have to come quickly. Owen is in trouble," he says urgently.

"Is he really in trouble or are you lying, because I have no tolerance for liars, and if you are one, I will report you," I say.

"I am not, and I suggest you come with me quickly; your mother might not let you come. Before you ask, yes, your mother won't permit you to come if she knew who you were coming for," he says quickly.

"Fine, but where are we going anyway?" I ask.

"The garden for now. Later, we will go to Owen," he replies while casually leading me through mobs of people.

"Actually, I would love to see Owen now, if you please," I say in a commanding but nice tone as we enter the garden courtyard.

"Fine but don't blame me if things go downhill." He says

"What do you mean by down hill? And what am I even supposed to call you?" I ask.

"Sir, for your information and I think this will be most effective on your quietness, matter of fact hold this will you." he says as he hands me a bag and stabs me in the arm with a needle.

"What did you do?" I ask weakly as I struggle to stay conscious and on my feet. I drop his bag and lean against the wall for strength.

"I just made my job a whole lot easier. By the way, your boyfriend is safe in the truck where you will soon be," he hisses in my ear.