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WE ALL LAUGH as we drink, dance and party at the sound of the beating music. kika and i are dancing together whilst the boys are sat on the sofa, a pair of eyes burning my back. 'someone can't keep his eyes off you..' kika whispers and i look behind me, meeting charles' eyes.
i scoff as i turn to look at my best friend again. 'i don't care. he can keep staring for all i care.' i mumble as she laughs.
'i wish i was as bad as you.' she jokes and i roll my eyes.
'ugh, my feet are killing me.' i groan as we go to where the boys are gathered and i sit down, undoing my heels.
'meu deus, have you been wearing them all night?' kika asks me as i nod, putting them on the side of the sofa as i lean against the back. 'that's impressive.'
'oh come on, walking in heels can't be that hard.' hugo pipes up as kika and i raise a brow at him.
'have you ever tried it?' charles asks him with a laugh as hugo shakes his head.
'of course not.' he mutters.
'do you want to?' i ask my brother as he puts his hands up in defence.
'i'm okay, thanks.' he says and we all laugh. everyone pours themselves more champagne – except me – as they continue drinking and talking, sharing stories from our childhoods to evoke laughter from the others. however, our party is cut short when the clock hits midnight, my father storming in abruptly as we all stiffen, looking at him as he glares.
'what on earth is going on here!' he yells and i mumble a string of curses under my breath incoherently as hugo stands up, looking at our father.
'papa–' he begins as my father puts his hand up.
'this is where you go during my gala? i can't believe both of you. everyone go home!' he scolds as i scoff, getting up with everyone else.
'hold on–' i begin before i feel a hand grab mine from behind and tug me backwards.
'just accept it.' charles whispers as my father walks out, everyone following and leaving us alone.
'no, it's not fair! he doesn't get to control everything i do!' i say, getting irritated before charles pulls me into a hug, my body relaxing in his arms as i wrap my arms around his shoulders. i rest my head against his chest, and i feel guilty for leaving my friends but i'd be lying if i wasn't enjoying this. eventually, i decide to pull away, not saying anything as i take a step back, walking around to pick up my heels as i head out.
'you'll hurt your feet.' he says and i shrug.
'it's fine.' i say and he raises his brows as he comes over to me. 'charles–' i warn as he just smirks and picks me up bridal style, making me giggle as i cling onto him.
'come on, princess.' he smiles as we walk out and i cant stop giggling.
'you're drunk, charles.' i say as he raises a brow.
