The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Fifty Three

STRENGTH IN NUMBERS

A large crowd was clamoring for Honey's attention.

When she spoke, when she waved at them, blowing air kisses, everyone erupted in a louder uproar. Cameras flashed. There were three cameramen from different angles, aiming their equipment at the tall, svelte Italian actress.

She wore her movie-star smile, boasting her perfect white teeth, but secretly, her patience was wearing thin.

What Honey wants, Honey gets. And she despised waiting. She made things happen instead of sitting around like a duck.

Where in the world was Trent Oliver Morgan!?

"Oh My God, he's here!" someone screamed, shrieking in excitement.

"TRENT! TRENT, WE LOVE YOU!" a huge mass of girls shouted behind a tarpaulin of his face.

"TRENT MORGAN, YOU'RE SUCH A HUNK!"

"HONEY, YOU'RE A GODDESS!" twenty guys shouted.

"HONEY! HONEY! HONEY!" more fans chanted.

There were camera flashes everywhere. Autographs books in the air. Magazines being signed.

Under less than ten seconds, Honey attached herself to Trent like a limpet. She snaked a possessive arm around his waist and put her chin on his shoulder, smiling at the reporters.

"What.." The tall blond was caught off guard by the Italian girl's actions, he wasn't sure what to do next.

"Smile for the fans, darling," she sweetly said, but there was an edge to her voice.

He had no choice but to comply. A killer smile graced his lips, and he pretended to have the time of his life, earning more piercing shrieks and squeals from the crowds.

Honey's arms were like vines wrapped around his arm, and she pressed body against his, making sure he felt her proud breasts while she waved at her many admirers.

Trent grew uncomfortable. Noise. Interviews. A clingy supermodel fondling him shamelessly.

His heart started thumping faster for some reason. Was Cara here?

The tall blond prodigy surveyed his surroundings, looking for a fair-haired girl with familiar emerald eyes, and possibly white clothes, but she was nowhere in sight.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!" the spectators goaded. "KISS!"

His green gaze landed on a couple of teens happily walking together in the quadrangle, not a care in the world. A boy and a girl. The former had blue hair and stripy azure sweater, while the girl wore a dark blue hoodie with her long black hair streaming down her back.

The brunette in glasses was smiling quietly, but her eyes were shaped like rainbows, showing how upbeat she felt as her companion talked and gestured with his hands.

Honey Houston was already snaking her brown arms up Trent's well-defined chest, her hands tracing his jawline in a lustful manner. All too late, he woke up from a trance-like state and attempted to push Honey off of him.

She eagerly angled her head as she swooped in for a kiss.

The crowd went wild.

Honey's kiss was hard. Insistent. Feverish. Almost desperate. Her lips were on his for a long time, and her tongue sought entrance but Trent mustered the nerve to release his mouth from hers.

"YOU GO, GIRL!" someone cheered.

"MORE! MORE!" a group of perverts were recording the torrid make-out session.