A Flameful Tale /// Descendants

chapter 7: party preparation

The official coronation was right around the corner and everyone was frying their heads off. Finding proper suits and gowns, finding a chariot, and most importantly, finding a date.

Evie saw an opportunity in the wreck going on, by offering to tailor clothes for the ones, that couldn't get a personal tailor. She got a lot of rejections, but the people who came, paid the price.
Mal should be thinking about how will she not embarrass herself in front of people at the coronation, but all she's doing is going on dates with prince Ben. Hey, I'm not one to judge, as long as she is happy.
Jay is thriving in tourney and "official swordsmanship", but I could still beat him at any given time.
Even Carlos is enjoying himself by officially adopting that dog, Dude and hulking over Fay's kid, Jane.

But returning to me, I have bigger problems, called, everyone thinking I'm a lizard, who will spit on them on any given chance, and the ones who don't want to ask me out. For example, Zachary, an over-the-top son of my uncle, Zeus just approached me one day, and not for a good reason. "Hey, Hanna, you're pretty and also elite blood like me. I know the royal coronation isn't a ball, but it wouldn't hurt you to have a proper date. You know the answer" "Wouldn't hurt me? I wouldn't hurt you without reason, but I will not "go out" with a brat who thinks hes entitled to me. And also, incest is not the way I'm going down, not now, not ever. So yeah, I know the answer and it's no." And guess who had to flee right after because I would probably get beheaded by his daddy's thunderbolt. That's correct. Me.

The outfit part is less of a problem, because I, unlike almost anyone else prepared and bought an outfit when I got here in Auradon, just for emergencies. It's green and black, in my signature colors, to match my eyes and hair. Signature colors are kind of like names here, but the difference is, your name tells your parentage, but your look tells your story.