The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Forty Nine

LUCY VERSUS CARA

Trent Morgan climbed out of the elevator, Buddy in tow.

Employees gawked at him as he practically skipped along the corridor, humming to himself.

Pushing open the door to his luxury suite, Trent bent down and unclasped his dog's harness, allowing Buddy to strut around the spacious hotel room,where Brad and Lawrence were playing Super Mario Maker in his living room, both 18-year-olds standing three feet from the large flat screen, holding white game consoles and cursing repetitively at the Italian characters.

"Man, quit touching the damned mushrooms!" Brad snapped at Lawrence.

"You're the one who cost me my first life," Lens fumed, jabbing at his controller.

"Look, if you want to switch to Luigi, just say so," Brad said calmly.

The two guys ceased fire when they saw Trent merrily humming as he took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"What?" He was still smiling like a crazy person.

"Were you humming?" Lens inquired, pausing the game.

Trent pondered the question and answered: "Yeah, I was. Why?"

"Where did you go earlier?" Brad shot back, eyeing his blond friend suspiciously.

"Green Day High," the model replied cheerfully, taking a swig of cold water.

"Did you see Cara there?" Lens asked, and Trent choked on his drink, the liquid flowing down the wrong pipe.

He coughed, pounding on his chest, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before glaring at Lawrence.

"No, I didn't." His animated demeanor unraveled like thread, and he coughed again.

"Then why were you wearing a dreamy look on your face a second ago?" Brad pressed.

"What's with the third degree? I was with a friend," Trent muttered, putting the bottle in the fridge and closing the white door.

"Is this friend female?" Lawrence asked while sitting on the arm of the couch.

"As a matter of fact, yes." The Morgan heir narrowed his green eyes. "Her name is Lucy."

"You never mentioned a Lucy."

Trent glanced at Brad. "I only met her last week. It was raining and she didn't have an umbrella nor a ride home, so I offered her both." His tone was defensive.

"What does she look like?"

"If you're asking whether she's hot, Brad, then I'm not telling you anything."

"T, calm down," Lawrence implored. "He's just curious, as am I."

Mollified, the blond prodigy sunk into a bean bag chair near the dark sofa. "She has long black hair, bluebell eyes, and she's half-Asian. Chinese, to be specific." He paused, then fished out his white phone from his pocket. "Here. I have a picture of her from today."

The two guys inched closer to the screen for a view.

"Not my type," Brad commented, pulling away from the phone.

"She looks nice," Lens offered honestly.

"More than nice," Trent egged on. "She's humble and passionate. I saw her play the piano at one of her classes, and when I first met her, Jonas and I got roped into donating blood like she did."

"Interesting," Lawrence murmured.

"She has Aphasia," the green-eyed musician continued.

Brad sat up on the sofa,alert. "What, she can't talk?"