My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 10- You would not believe your eyes

(Heads up! I don't own Jack or 'Fireflies' by Owl city. That is all)

"Are you ready yet?" Came Joy's voice from down the stairs.

I sighed in pained tones. Why did I even have to go to this thing anyway?

"Come on Natalia, we'll be late." Came my Dad's voice, equally as annoying.

I pulled at the dress I had been forced to wear. I am not a dress type of person and although I loved this dress, it didn't mean I necessarily wanted to wear it. Tonight was the 30th anniversary of White Industry's first day in business (though I don't know what it is they actually do). There was a big fancy party in which my Dad and Joy had to attend, as they were the right hand people to Mr. William White himself. And for some strange, unknown reason they had insisted I attended.

I hate parties. I am always the awkward one in the corner with a book or if there is a dog, playing with said dog. I checked my bag. Mortal Instruments, Artemis Fowl, Alex Ridder. I seemed set for the evening. Unless there was a dog.

I was pulling on my beanie, when Joy yelled (in her delicate tones) "No hats!"

I groaned, well this was going to suck. I quickly brushed my jaw length black hair, put on an Alice-band and left the safety of my room.

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The party was at the White private estate on the edges of the town. The grounds and house were so illustrious and well-kept I couldn't help but imagine it was a gathering at Fowl Manor (if you get this then I want to meet you and give you the biggest hug ever :) or a scene from James Bond, filled with mystery and the promise of adventure. That would be so much cooler than watching old business people trying, and failing, to be funny and interesting.

The hall we entered was bustling with people, sporting the latest in fashion and doing everything in their power to outdo one another. This was a room full of hateful pigs whose only concerns were themselves and sucking up to their boss for that dream promotion. I looked at my Dad, I loved him but I had to admit he was as bad as the rest of them. If he wasn't my Dad, I don't think I'd be able to stand him.

"Morozov," came a 'friendly' voice.

And there he was, William White himself. One of the richest men in the world. He was tall, in his early 50s, though he didn't look it, the only hint to his age being the silvery streaks in his blond-white hair that was swept from his forehead in a widow's peak. And by his side was his blond brat Brendan. If Mr. White's hair was a little longer, they could be the Malfoy's.

I smiled at this. What would that make me? Hermione? Luna? Ginny? And who would that make Jack?

Then I remembered, I hadn't seen him all day. Would he think I had abandoned him or something? No, I scolded myself, at the most he would act like a child about it and chances are he wouldn't even care. He'd give that stupid grin of his, saying something like 'its fine Snowflake' instead of telling me what he really thought.

"So who's this then?" Asked Mr. White.

I was brought back to reality. Was that directed at me?

"This is my daughter sir, Natalia." My Dad pushed me forward slightly, letting me be inspected like an object of high value.

Mr. White put his hand out, his voice full of that fake cheer even a toddler could have seen through. "It's nice to meet you Natalia."

I shook the proffered hand. Brendan was running his eyes up and down the length of my body and my skin called. He was smarmy and discussing. And yes I was wearing a dress but there was no reason for this!