Emery Montgomery is no stranger to the spotlight, after all when you're the heir to the English throne, privacy isn't something you're used to. So when she's sent to New York City to attend university and in attempt to better her family's public ima...
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•Emery's POV•
"What?!?"
"Yeah, they gave me two invitations," I explain.
"Huh," She nods.
"Char," I say, "Would you like to come to a ball with me?" I ask.
"Can't," She states and my smile drops, "Going home later today,"
"I thought that was next week?" I say disappointed.
"Nope my dad's birthday is this week," She says.
"What am I going to do?" I stress pacing around my room.
"You know..." Char starts standing up from my bed, "I'm sure Greyson is free," She says.
I whip my head around to face her, "No," I state.
"Why," She asks.
"I-you-that would be weird," I say.
"Not really, you're both fancy rich people," She counters.
"I can't just walk up to him and be like 'Would you care to go to a ball with me...tonight,' he probably has plans."
"You don't know that till you ask, and it's not weird," She defends.
"I'll just find someone else," I decide.
"Good luck with that," She says.
Scrolling through the contacts on my phone, there's literally no one I could ask, maybe Atlas but he's probably with Greyson.
"Oh I know who would go with you," Char says looking up from her phone.
"Who!" I ask eagerly.
"Greyson," She states again.
I sigh tilting my head back, "Charlotte, you are killing me," I say.
"I'll give you two bucks if you ask him" She offers.
"Two dollars?"
"Yes," She confirms smiling.
"You're too cute," I smile at her excitement.
"Changing the topic, but thank you," She says.
The sound of the front door opening and closing causes her to smile more raising one eyebrow.
"No," I say again.
"Emery, the people are going to be here soon, you don't have time to find anyone else."
"You never know, I'm sure if I walked outside someone would be more than willing to come with me," I say confidently. I don't even know why exactly I have to do this, I get they're old-fashioned but that seems like a Carrington problem, not a me problem.
