The One Isn't Always Who You Were Looking For

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Dominic on the side

Dominic POV

I sit looking at my invitation. It's beautiful really, probably one of the most expensive things I've ever seen. The card is gold with silver writing saying
"Mr. Valetti, you are invited to her royal highness Princess Caterina of Italy's party.
Date: 1st August
Time: 21:00"
That's all the invitation said. I had no idea what to wear, not that I had much choice. I decided to wear a button up grey shirt and faded jeans. It'd have to do.
I had recently had a shower so my hair was still a little damp so it gave it the tousled kind of look that all the girls fell for. It also helped that I have some big muscles from working in my father's business. He owned a large building company and I did a lot of his work on site. The reason we are so poor though, even though we own a huge company, is because the royal family takes about 90% of what we earn, thinking that we are well off because we have this big ass company when actually we're not.
That's why I am going to this party. To talk to the Princess and hopefully persuade her to give us a slightly higher percentage of what we earn.
She will probably say no, bit it's worth a shot!
I flinch when I hear a loud pounding on the door. A second later my best friend barges in through my bedroom door. He raises his eyebrows at my attire. Davide has always been more well off than me. He is wearing a suit jacket with a dress shirt and matching trousers. I am so underdressed. Davide has typical Italian looks. Tanned skin, brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is a model for Italy's top fashion house: Gally Ka (A/n if your one of my close friends, you know what that is) Gally Ka pays extremely well so that's all Davide does in terms of work. When he doesn't have photoshoots he's at building sites with me.
" dai, vieni. Come on, we have to go!" he says
He's right we are talking his car and his chauffeur doesn't like to wait.
I nod and follow him down the stairs. I shout "Ciao papi!" to my father before heading out the door.
Davide and I walk towards his black porsche and get inside. The drive to the palace only takes about 40 minutes and before long we are standing in front of the huge doors. The line to the doors for invitations to be checked isn't that long so the wait is small. Once we reach the palace gaurd he reaches out his hands for the invitations. We hand them to him obediently. He checks Davide's first and approves. He checks mine amd gives me a once over.
"It says here that you are a Mr. Valetti? Is this correct?" the guard speaks for the first time in a heavy Italian accent.
"that is correct sir." I reply.
"I am terribly sorry, but I am afraid I don't believe you. I am going to have to ask you to leave." he says forcefully.
"No, sir. You don't understand. I AM Mr. Valetti! I am Ash Valleti!" I protest.
"I am going to ask you to keep your voice down. Please, to not start commotion I will ask you once more to leave, if you do not follow orders I will personally escort you from the palac-" he is cut off by an authoritive voice.
"what is going on here officer?" I see the Princess herself standind a meter away from me.
"this boy claims to be a Mr Valetti."
"Let him pass." the Princess says.
"but, your highness pleas-"
"I said let him pass." she presses.
"very well miss" the officer let's me go through.
The Princess starts to wal away but I call out to her.
"Your highness!" she turns around.
"thank you"
She smiles cheekily and saunters off leaving me confused. I walk into the palace by myself and decide to go look for Davide.