Crown of Petals

chapter two

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{Simon} 

"I'm not dancing with you," I deadpanned.

"C'mon, yes you are," Sonia didn't wait for a protest. She grabbed ahold of one of my hands and placed it within hers and then the other on her waist. 

I made no gestures to complete the form, she looked at me and gave her best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"Sorry Nia, that little trick of yours no longer works on me."
She slumped and pretended to be upset with me as we stood in the middle of the rowdy dance floor. Sighing in defeat, I secured my grip around her waist and began to waltz.

"I can't believe I'm doing this right now," I whined.

"It's better than just standing there and sticking out like a sore thumb," my sister retorted.

"Hey! It's not like I wanted to be here in the first place! How come Sarah, Liam, and Shawn didn't have to come?"

"Sarah, Liam, and Shawn all have rings on their fingers. That's why," She stared blankly. "We are not. Coincidence? I think not."

"Well in that case, have you seen any nobleman who catch your eye?" I winked, grinning suggestively.

"How could you say that!? You know there's only one man who could ever catch my eye," a dreamy look plastered her naturally glammed face.

"Ah, the artsy boy. I forgot about him."

"Xavier is an artist," Sonia correted protectively. "How about you, smart ass. Anyone worth your 'oh so precious time?'

I laughed sarcastically, gawking at the crowd surrounding us. "As if I'd ever for one of these entitled, egotistical bastards."

"You know, most people consider you to be 'entitled and egotistical,' my twin smirked.

"Then clearly, they haven't met me yet-"

"Good evening sir," I was interrupted by a prince near my age, maybe a bit older. He was very attractive, and he damn well knew it. He stood with such formal posture, he looked as if he were about to break his back. His hair was slicked back into a pompadour to expose his chiseled jaw, which he stuck high in the air. The chest of his royal blue ceremonial military shirt was puffed like he was trying to show of his unimpressive build. He radiated one hundred percent ass-wipe.

"Umm, hi?" I greeted awkwardly.

His chest deflated slightly at my unenthusiastic greeting, as if he'd expected me to start bowing or something.

"My name is Prince Lucas Kaine the sixth of Lanester Islands," he announced.

"Hi, again." I eyed him weirdly.

He stared back with an oddly similar look.

"My island is full of riches beyond compare," he declared.

"Ok and, did you need something?"

He faltered, his shoulder's lowering for less than a second.

"Actually, yes. I was wondering if i could borrow this beautiful princess from you for a dance," his confidence had definitely lost its momentum, but his face still read ass-wipe.

I turned to Sonia. Her expression screamed 'oh, hell no!' As much as I love to watch suffer, I'm not mean enough to toss her into the hand of someone like him.