It Was All a Mistake (A Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 23: Field Trip Pt. 3- The Ballroom

I made my way to the ballroom (shown above) and looked around. Sunlight bathed me, entering from all around. Big bay windows from the ceiling to the floor let natural light cascade into the room. Even though nobody was here, I hummed a melody. I waltzed around, pretending I had a partner, when all of a sudden, I hear the door open. "Isn't that dance meant for two?" a masculine voice chuckles. "Evan... this is supposed to be my time alone!" I whine playfully. He laughs and joins me. "May I have this dance?" he grins. "Sure, your Royal Highness," I agree, and he wraps an arm around my waist and another around my neck. We dance together, moving gracefully across the floor, and we hum the music. "Would you like to have a party here tonight, darling?" Evan suddenly asks, waiting for my response. "Why? And don't call me that," I shove him lightly. "Cause... I feel like since there's been so much pressure about winning some competition, we need to let loose and just relax," he explains. I nod, "Nobody will argue about a party."

He smiles and kisses my hand. "I must leave now to talk about political issues with my father, but feel free to stay here," he says, heading for the door. I try to hide my disappointment, and I succeed. I tell him that I will go too, and I take the elevator up to my suite.

After a while, I get ready for the party. Hopefully, Marabelle chooses an appropriate dress this time, but I can guarantee she probably won't. I dab on some gold eyeshadow and light pink lip stick. Next, I curl my eyelashes and add some black eyeliner. After putting on the bronzer and blush, I look in the mirror. "Ugh, I look like I just dipped myself in a can of makeup," I complain, but truthfully, I have minimal makeup on. I step into a black silk gown with gold accents, and finally braid my hair into a bun. I grab my clutch purse and slide on my gold heels, and eventually head out the door.

When I enter, the ballroom looks the same except for a long buffet table in the back. Marabelle is wearing a long, satin dress with multiple cutouts near the waist. The King is staring at her, his face in utter shock. I guess I would be too, if my son was dating a girl who literally wears a long version of a bikini to a party.

I see Evan hanging out with Krista, and when he's done talking, he comes over to me. "Shall we?" he grins a lopsided smile. "We shall," I laugh, and we dance until we are to eat dinner.

When the party ends, Evan grabs my hand and leads me over to an empty part of the room. "I was thinking... perhaps a date would be okay tomorrow?" he asks cautiously. I eagerly nod, and he keeps talking, "A movie?"

"Sure! I love movies? What should we watch?"

"Perhaps Jurassic World?"

"That would be lovely," I reply, and I leave to my suite.

I lay in bed, imagining everything that happened today. Did I really love Evan? Could I spend the rest of my life with him? Could I be a princess? Highly doubted it. For now, I am perfectly fine with being a "lady".