My life as Camille Spencer

How I fell for the Prince

The loud and clattering hall had become quiet, with all eyes on the beautiful man. The 1st prince was often praised for his looks, with light blonde hair that reflected the sun, and amber eyes that could see through someone's own soul. It was no wonder the woman in the novel were jealous.

And I could see how, Camille also fell for the prince. I'm the novel, Camille saw the prince and admired him for his looks, but she was not that naive of a girl, she fell in love with the prince, when they had a conversation in the royal garden.

Camille's father was summoned to the palace one day, and had taken his daughter with her. Since Camille took interest in the garden, she separated from her father, and went to look at the garden. At that moment, The Prince was also walking through the garden, and so, the two ended up sharing a conversation.

The prince was an expert when it came to conversations and social situations, and although Camille was aware of that, she couldn't help but fall for his kind demeanour.

But, the prince had no interest in Camille, as he had taken an interest in the heroine of this novel. Driven by jealousy and resentment, Camille went on to become a brat. Throwing tantrums, acting like a villainess. I guess it's true that love changes people.

But this time, although Camille was prepared to meet the prince, and live her life comfortably, she couldn't help but also fawn over the handsome prince that just entered the ballroom.

-Is your brother married?-A lady who was sitting near the princess asked. Although it seemed shameful to ask that sort of question, It was obvious everybody at the table wanted to know the answer to that question.

-No he is not.-Answered the Princess calmly. The princess was already prepared for this, she knows how much hi brothers looks affect the young new noble ladies.

It's obvious that after today, the prince will be getting more marriage requests than ever before. I pity the poor prince, who has to deal with these love struck ladies. Thought Camille, still savouring the piece of honey cake she had taken.

It's not proper for a lady to eat a lot, especially in an event like this, so of course, Camille has to savour this blissful piece of cake, because that's all she will be having tonight. And it's not polite to the other ladies, as she would also be mad if a lady ate all of the cake without leaving anything behind.

Ash, the prince, looked in the direction of the table and started to head its way. Ah no way, I've got to leave soon, the heroine's just around the corner!!!

Camille set the empty plate to the side and sat up from her chair. -Is everything alright?-Asked the Princess, who was surprised by Camille's sudden actions.

-I'm feeling a bit off, I think I should head home.-Camille responded politely, bowed, and walked away as quickly as she could. Anne was talking with the other maids of the castle, so Camille headed her way, as Anne was the one person who could take her home.

But before she could get to the door, they shot open, and into the ballroom ran the heroine.

The novel didn't due justice for her beauty, hair as blonde as honey, smooth and scary, and could rock even the princesses. Blue eyes that reflected the blue sea in them. Even in the plain dress she had wore to this ball, she looked more beautiful than any saintess, it was the heroine, Isabelle Clarence.

Even though it hurt her pride, Camille knew, rivalling with her beauty was impossible. In her past life, Camille was not someone who could be considered attractive or beautiful, and even with her looks refined in this world, she stood no chance against there beauty that is the heroine....