The Princess's Handbook

Rule #12: Always Be Aware Of Who You Are

Rule #12: Always Be Aware Of Who You Are

It wasn't long before the fashion show started. The lights dimmed and everyone took their place in the audience.

The host walked onto the catwalk as the spotlight followed his figure and started to make an introduction on the show. He named the designers involved and some well known models as well.

We watched as the name of the first designer and title for the collection appeared on the large screen above the catwalk. Then the first model for the night strutted out.

"Is it just me or does couture fashion seem rather... unique?" Dante whisper shouted into my ear above the loud music. We had witnessed two designers' designs already and some of the pieces are odd as heck.

"You're not the only one. Did you see that one? What's with all the feathers? It's not a chicken costume or something." I commented.

"Is that even practical? Won't the feathers drop off or something?" He questioned skeptically as he eyed the model wearing the aforementioned chicken-like dress.

"The men's clothing isn't that bad just the patterns and prints are a bit much. Look at that one, it's too flowery to wear for any occasion really." I pointed at a male model who was walking down the aisle in a floral print suit. It wasn't that bad, it was slim fitted and the cutting was pretty flattering but the pattern was just too much.

"I seriously can't imagine how that guy managed to pull it off. The floral print suit is definitely not a look I imagine any guy to even go near to." I said.

"That one isn't so bad." Dante gestured towards a navy blue gown a model was donning. A new designer's collection was being showed off. This one was actually quite good. The pieces were more elegant and less complicated. No feathers or excessive floral prints, just some glitter and lace.

"You're right. Hey-" I stopped short when I noticed how close we were. We had unconsciously leaned in, trying to let the other hear us clearly over the music. If I moved another inch or two, my lips would literally touch his cheek.

"Jules?" He twisted slightly to look at me when he noticed my sudden silence. He froze when he noticed the barely there distance between us. For a moment, we stared awkwardly at each other.

Eventually, Dante moved away first. He inched back and coughed awkwardly. I looked down and flushed. I glanced around us and thank God no one noticed what happened, they were too focused on the models. We continued to watched the fashion show.

Finally, it ended. The clothes were mostly good but I desperately needed to use the lavatory after sitting for hours. I felt someone's eyes on me and looked up to see it was Dante. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Washroom?"

I nodded. He smirked lightly. "Thought you didn't need to use it."

"I'm still a normal human being, Dante. Besides have you forgotten where we first met?" I shoved him playfully. He chuckled in reply. Derrick walked over to us and spoke lowly. "Shall I escort you to the lavatory first before we head to the after party, your royal highness?"

"That would be great, Derrick. Dante, think you can make it out alive and wait for us by the exit?"

"I think I'll manage. I'll see you in a bit, Jules." He gave me a mock salute before walking away. I nodded at the large man beside me who cautiously set a hand on the small of my back as he helped me manoeuvre my way to the lavatory.

There was quite a queue but I didn't mind waiting in line. Derrick silently stood to a side and waited. I could feel the gazes of the socialites and celebrities that were lining behind me but I didn't turn to meet their eyes.