The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Fifty Five

MYSTERY GIRL MEETS BITCHY HEIRESS

Lucy Heartwood once realized that relationships weren't just about love.

Relationships are about taking off the mask you wear to make someone like you and letting them see the real you. The one you hid all along.

The one you never thought was good enough to find love in the first place.

A wig and contacts were a different form of a mask now, weren't they?

Honey Houston and Trent Morgan shared a table in the center of the Green Day Cafeteria, and the spot couldn't have been more appropriate because all the neighboring tables frequently craned their necks to gawk at the pair of supermodels having an afternoon snack.

"Isn't this romantic?" the Italian heiress trilled as she carefully ate a carrot stick.

Please define Romantic, because everyone was snapping pictures and filming their meal while Honey groped Trent beneath the table; rubbing his thigh, brushing her leg up his, and caressing his bare arm in a slow, disturbing pace that made his skin prickle.

Trent had nothing against healthy food, but Honey's tray contained diet coke, a bowl of fruit slices, and low-calorie graham bars.

Meanwhile, he wasn't in the mood to eat, despite the delectable tray of mango pudding, pink gelatin, and chocolate milkshake in front of him.

Honey plunged into a speech about purses, clothes, and other superficial topics when Trent's mind drifted miles away from reality.

He wondered what it would be like if he were with Cara instead; would she have teased him about the desserts he had ordered? What would she have selected from the menu? He recalled her mentioning that she loved sweets and chocolates, particularly cookie dough ice cream. She most likely had fast metabolism because her figure never changed; she was lithe and slim and--

"TRENT," Honey called out, her tone laced with irritation.

"Hmm? What?" He blinked from his daze and looked at his companion.

"I was just telling you how glad I am to star opposite you in the upcoming movie."

For a moment, the blond model couldn't speak.

Honey saddled closer to him, invading his personal space. "Won't it be fun? Working together for at least nine or ten months in Europe, and maybe we'll even share a room at the hotel."

Trent cast around for a non-offensive reply when a nearby table of four guys distracted him.

"You're nuts, dude.Cara Wall is way hotter than her."

"Of course you'd say that. You prefer blondes over brunettes."

"How about you, man? Honey is taller, but Cara's so charismatic."

"Definitely Cara. She can be a supermodel too. She's got great legs."

"I'm more of a boob-man."

"Don't be disgusting."

"What? I'm on Cara's side, too. Have you seen her rack?"

Trent stood up so fast it's as though his seat had burned him. The table of four guys fell silent, same as the entire cafeteria. They were all looking at him.

"You lascivious pigs," Honey hissed at them, her hazel brown eyes narrowed. She grabbed Trent's arm and pulled him back down on his chair.

"It's okay, darling," the sexy Italian model cooed, stroking the male blond's arm. "I know you were outraged because those buffoons were insulting my image. Whoever this Cara Wall is, I highly doubt she holds a candle to me and my beauty." Honey's hip was grazing his. "You think I'm more beautiful than her, don't you, Trent?"