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Chapter 22

Wanwan's POV

It's a huge mistake. I never intended to reject Ling. I just didn't want to become a dance. Though I'd like to know how a Wanwan dance would look like. It was only when Zilong explained it to me while we were chasing after Ling for whatever reasons that I realised he wanted to go to the ball with me. 

Boys. 

*shakes head*

Can't he just say, "Would you come to the ball with me?"

That would be a ton clearer. 

I wanted to apologise to him, but I didn't know where he was. All I could do was yell and hope he hears it.

I'm still hungry though. 

My legs dragged me all the way to the dining room, which is larger than your average 50m swimming pool. The table is already long enough to reach the top of Mount Everest. That is just exaggeration but you get the point. I plopped my oh-so-heavy butt onto a cushioned chair. I'll describe later, let me eat first.

*Awhile later*

Okay I'm done eating. Now back to the magnificent dining room of Princess Silvanna's castle. The chairs had a round golden frame and the cushions were blue. (A/N: Which blue? You decide for yourself.) The long dining table was covered with a longer white tablecloth. The table was piled with all kinds of food. Mac-and-Cheese, pasta, rice, eggs cooked every way possible, pastries, ice cream, yogurt, drinks and fruits, and I'm not even near done with the whole list. The cutlery was placed neatly on the table, the plates were white with gold rims. Glass glasses. Above the table was a chandelier made of crystal clear crystals and some gold painted metal. (I think, could be real gold but nah) Yes, I feared that it would drop. I missed out a lot these three days. 

Now that I'm full and I've described the dining room, let's get back to the story.

I scanned the table of unfamiliar faces (most are unfamiliar) for Ling, but to no avail. I got up from my seat and left, with no one noticing as they were too engrossed in their conversations. I ran off to the workspace.

I flicked on the spotlights that shone on the two dresses. It seemed like I won't be needing it after all. For some reason or another, my throat started to sting. I gave up on a wonderful chance to be with him. I have no idea why I want that either. 

Just as my tears started to trickle down my cheeks, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I spun round to break the arm and slam of whoever that was onto the ground. When my eyes allowed me to see who the person was behind my tears, it was him.

Ling. 

He saw my masterpieces.

I almost broke his arm.

I slammed him on the ground.

Whoops.

I wiped my tears dry as I helped him up.

"S-sorry. I didn't know it was you," I apologised. He chuckled.

He chuckled.

"Who are those dresses for?" He asked sarcastically. I think he knows.

"Maybe I overestimated your understanding for love terms. Not like I know a lot more," he teased. "Let me try again. Will you come to the ball with me?"

Could he read my mind? Who cares anymore. I nodded, more than eager to accept his offer. I pounced into his welcoming arms, embracing the peacock in front of me. Good thing these dresses could be used.

All of a sudden, I felt something come up my throat. 

Oh no.

I regurgitated my dinner onto Ling's body, covering him in my digestive juices and dinner. I backed off, looking at the huge mess I made. Ling was dripping digestive juices. EW.