Invitations have been sent out for the annual ball, for Prince Jeremiah Anderson it's to meet his future potential bride. Every year, the same typical vapid women claim they're the one but has disappointed him whenever they brought up money and his...
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Chapter 2-
Viola forced me off the couch, told me to put my shoes and jacket on so we can dress shop.
We arrive at Neiman Marcus an hour later, passing the purses and headed directly to the dress section.
While my sister starts to search the perfect dress for us, I've been browsing online about this ball that happens every year on my phone.
There is not much about him but forums from others that have attended the ball that the Prince has been looking for his one true love every year, the ball would be set in different locations so it wouldn't be familiar and no one would get any ideas like cheating to meet him before anyone else.
The Anderson family have been very elusive, owning at least five countries, two sons, one daughter, one grandkid, too many aunts and uncles to keep up.
The pictures of his parents were simple yet powerful: wide smiles from their perfect teeth, brown hair wavy under their crowns, light hazel eyes gleaming with determination, two of her infant sons on her lap and the infant daughter is being held by the father in a foresty background.
A very outdated picture because I couldn't find a recent one. I kept looking for more keywords for the family but it goes back the the lavish webpage of the ball.
"Katie get off your phone and look at these dresses!" I snap my head up to see Viola holding two red dresses, short and the bust is way too low for my comfort. Both of the neckline were crisscross, basically showing my cleavage.
"No," I simply say with a head shake and a grimace on my face.
She scoff and tells me "we have to stand out, Katie."
"Stand out, not to be too revealing. We're in royalty land when we get there and we have to be classy." I explain, even though I'm still skeptical about it we have to at least look like we belong. Anything but this mini dress.
She sighs "It would have shown your long legs off. Just get up and look for a dress."
Being 5'10 I did have long legs but I'm not a show off as much. Viola was shorter that me, 5'7 light brown hair and honey colored eyes, she makes herself look taller with wedges.
I wish I could even were skinny jeans to this but it gives me an excuse to shave my legs. I stand from the green and blue bench and meet her at the racks.
"Think classy though, people have to think we have a lot of money," I say to her, sliding the hangers across the metal bar. There were some that was not my taste and some that were way out of my price range.
"We do have money. Don't act like we're a poor family," my sister scolds next to me.
"We're not. Upper middle class," I roll my eyes "but we need to make sure we look like heiresses or duchesses." My dad being a dentist and my mom a fashion stylist they make an honest and moderate living to provide for us.
However they do intend for us to marry rich, being the only daughters and no son they expect grandkids so they can take money from.
Mom and dad mean well but the pressure is too much. "My girl!" She pushes me lightly, "I knew if I convinced you to go you'd be excited." I mumble and yeah, going to the other side of the rack.
I will admit that i am a little excited. What are the chances that I could meet a prince?! I smile a little but it wilts down because this could still be a setup from my parents so I can meet their older rich friends so we can procreate.
I mean with my round brown eyes and shoulder length black hair I can be an easy target. I am not doing that again. I need to stop with the negative thoughts and get on board.
Sean would want me to have fun, he's such a positive person to be around when I was with him. "Have you told Eric that you're going to the ball too?" I ask her, pulling out a potential blue dress but put it in its place because it was kinda box shaped. "Yeah he's totally cool with it," she responds calmly but I look at her in disbelief. I have hung out with both of them and he's possessive, his arm is always around her the entire time.
They met two years ago, him proposing last month and she said yes immediately. "Really? He's not freaked out?" I question again.
"Yeah i told him I was your chaperone for the ball. A bodyguard if you will," she responds.
I giggle at this, "You be my bodyguard? You're so dainty. Why didn't you tell him the truth?"
"He would get furious. I need this night just for me, he's always under my nose in my face. Until I settle down with him i can finally talk babies. Plus I can drag you back into the party if you think about sneaking out early. And besides I'm a red belt in tae kwon do so I can kick tons of ass," she says confidently with a hair flip.
"I do too, we both took the same class when we were ten for self defense," I say factually.
"Whatever, just find a dress. I'm gonna look at shoes." She walks away, a pep and haughty head held high when she made her way to the shoe section.
I breath out a laugh, shaking my head at her behavior right now. I'm supposed to be the single one not her, I'm so anxious about all this and she's the one being paranoid.
My thoughts are stopped when I see a dark purple fabric, slightly thick but not too thin and long. I pull it from the hanger and its beautiful: bust line low enough to show the right of cleavage, light puffy shoulder sleeves and the right length to my legs.
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Even if it is a setup I get to feel pretty for the night.
