The Fooo Conspiracy Preferences and Imagines

Omar Pt.2

Omar is the prince in this one and this what I picture your dress to look like either at the top or on the side. Please let me know what you think and or if you can't see the picture.
Your POV
How?
How did my family get invited to the royal family's ball? My family wasn't royal or wealthy. We tended to the Rudberg's horses and other animals.
Tonight was the night of the ball and my mother had spent most our money to get me a beautiful blue and white dress. I thought it was beautiful. I wondered if anyone would notice me. Would Omar be there? Would he see me? I carefully got changed into the dress and walked out of my small room into the main room. I saw my father laying on the floor with my mother next to him dabbing his forehead with a washcloth.
"Is father okay?" I asked my mother quickly.
"He just has a fever. He will be fine (Y/N), but we will not be going but you must go. I already sent a message to the Rudberg's explaining what happened now go. Before you are late," my mother kissed my forehead and practically shoved me out the door. I carefully walked down the path to the castle where the ball was to be held.
I slowly walked into the castle and into the ballroom, I looked around and saw Omar talking with a Duke and Duchess of another region. He excused himself and walked over to me.
"Wow, (Y/N) you look beautiful. Not that you don't ever not loom beautiful it's just the dress really makes your eyes pop," he explained rushed. I giggled watching him rush over his words.
I say," You look very handsome tonight as well," I smiled at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip and rushed out," Iknowthatthismaybeweirdbutwillyoubemygirlfriend?"
I looked at him and said," Calm down and say it again slower," I gave him a reassuring smile.
He breathed out and closed his eyes and said again," I know that this may be weird but will you be my girlfriend?"
I look down and blush and say," Yes. I'd love to, I'm going to grab something to drink. I'll be right back," I tell him and walk over to the drinks and pick up a glass and look over and see Omar kiss another girl. I almost drop my glass as I set it down on a random table and rush out the door. I run to the stables, sobbing, and stop at Patriot's stall. I go in and sit on a bucket while brushing his mane getting out any knots and wondering 'why me?' I shake my head and mumble "Of course it was me. It's me for Petes sake," I continue unknotting patriots mane when I hear the crunching of boots on the hay.
I turn my head and quickly turn it back around. "What are you doing here," I snarl.
"I wanted to apologize," Omar stated," I didn't kiss her (Y/N) she kissed me and I tried pushing her away. You have to believe me," he begged with wide eyes.
"I forgive you. But it will take some time to earn my trust back,"
"I believe I can live with that," he smiled gently.