The Hell Princess Diaries

Chapter 12 - edited

**Picture is of Liviana's dress for her party.**

        The ballroom is decorated in gold, white, and red. Its beautiful. There are high arch ceilings at go up almost 200 feet high. There are tables along the outside of the dance floor set with fancy dining plates and utensils and crystal glasses. The tablecloth is gold and so are the chairs. There are white chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Red curtains hanging in front of doorways that are not in use. It seems like one of the festival parties that we host every year instead of my birthday party. There are servants walking around in white tuxes, they are the only ones without a mask. There is a band playing classical music in front of the dance floor. They are all in gold with golden masks that have feathers on the side. The floor is crowded with many different people. All in either tuxedo or ball gowns with a mask to match their outfits. I see many different blues, greens, reds, and purples, but no one is in black except my father, Ransom, and me. I stand out like a beacon.

        We came in through the main entrance that leads to a large staircase so that the guest can watch you enter. As soon as we step on the first step, all eyes are on us. Me mainly. I keep looking straight and tighten my grip on Ransom's arm. He squeezes back slightly, as if to tell me that I will be fine. I walk slow, not wanting to trip and by the time we are halfway down, the crowd starts to clap. I decide to chance it and look at all the people. I smile in their direction and try to stay calm. It won't help if I freeze everyone. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, they stop clapping and go back to what they were doing. One by one they come up to me and say "happy birthday." I say my thanks and they leave me alone. Thank Satan. Since everyone has a mask on it's hard to see who's who, which makes it harder to have a conversation. Ransom stays by me the whole time. And thank goodness for that, I probably would have fainted without his support.

        "Let's go get a drink." Ransom says. I nod, I need a drink. And since I'm 18 now I can drink alcohol. That's the law in Hell. We find one of the servants and we each grab a glass of champagne. I thank the servant, he nods and goes on his way. I've had champagne before, my father used to let me have a sip of his. I love the way the bubble feel in my tongue. The sweet taste that it leaves even after you swallow it. It taste great. Especially now, since I'm allowed to have more than a sip. I'm halfway done my glass when someone takes it out of my hands.

        I look to see who it is and I freeze when I see my father.

        "Well, I see you found the champagne." He says with a smile.

        "Yes I did." I say blushing.

        "Well, while I hate to interrupt my daughter drinking for the first time, it's time for the father daughter dance. Care to join me?" He asks holding his hand out to me. I smile and take his hand. He leads me to the dance floor and we start to do a simple dance like all the other fathers and daughters. Some so small, they have to stand on their fathers toes, but others so old that the fathers are leaning on their daughters for support. We are dancing in silence with my head in his chest when he interrupts the silence.

        "I know you like him. I can see it in your eyes. It's the way I looked at your mother." He speaks quietly so that no one else hears him. I lift my head.

        "Is it that obvious? I know it's not allowed but I can't help it." I say blushing more than ever before.

        My father laughs at my red cheeks. "It's only obvious to those that have experienced it first hand. And I know you can't help how you feel. Me and your mother weren't supposed to be together but we were. If you truly wanted to be with a hellhound than I would let you be with him. As long as you are happy and he treats you right, you have my blessing." He smiles at me. I smile back nothing could make me happier.