Selena's POV:

After taking a quick, but refreshing shower, I wore my gown. It fitted perfectly on my body. Maybe, it felt a bit tight since I wear everything that is loose. I dried my hair when Tina walked in. She was wearing a beautiful navy blue frock that had atleast thirty frills. Her dirty brown hair were tied into a loose braid with strands of her hair partially covering her neck. She wore a light makeup that matched with her navy blue heels.

"Do I look okay?"
"I'd say stunning."
"Thanks."

I saw a blush creeping up her cheeks. She is shy, no doubt.

"You look good too."
"Me? No way. I'm not ready yet. But I'm sure I will when you work your magic."

She choked. I saw her mutter 'magic' and rolling her eyes.

"Come on."

I sat on the stool in front of my dresser while she worked with my face. She applied a thin layer of black eye liner and a combination of red, white and black eyeshade. She lightly coated red lipstick on my lips and gloss that was giving a good shine. Then, she moved to my hair and left my bangs as they were. She made a thin braid on both of the sides of my head and plucked some hair out of it. Finally, she tied a loose bun and let some strands of my hair out, pining the braids to the bun.

"Whoa, you look glamorous."
"All thanks to you."

I twirled two times for her. She giggled, feeling proud of herself.

"Shall we get going, then?"
"Yeah. It's time."

We both took the crowns for our princes that will dance with us, and stepped out of the house. I locked the door and slipped the key in the house through the door. I can't carry it around. Besides, I know how to pick my lock.

The gala was arranged in the sword fighting field, as always. All of the Talons were there. Talking and laughing were heard around every corner. Everyone was happy. It's been long though, since I attended the gala.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Tina walking carefully to a black haired teenager who looked like a hot model in the frontpage of a fashion magazine. They both hugged each other and placed the crown and tiara on the head of yours truly.

I felt a tap on my shoulders. I turned around to be wrapped in someone's arms. By the way, her metal like grip was strong. Who could this mysterious girl be? Take a good guess.

"My my, you look elegant."

She releases me and I take a deep breath. That woman.

"Thanks, girl. You don't look bad yourself."
"Aw, you mean I look pretty?"
"No, babe. You look perfect."

And again, my douché bag of a brother comes out of the blue to join our conversation.

She blushed. Hard. Nathan grinned and I let out a hearty laugh.

"Hey, boogerhead."
"Hello sister."
"Thanks for everything. I really liked the dress."
"In that case, your welcome. Basically your date arranged everything."
"Speaking of dates, where is he?"

Lilac turned around and started walking in a random direction.

"I'll catch up with you later. See ya!"
"Nate, wait-

He ran away to Lilac. He slipped his hand in hers and they both walked away. He turned around for a moment and pointed to a certain someone who was coming towards me. I think I might faint.

In the direction where Nate pointed, I saw that certain someone was none other than the guy who I was hoping would be. He looked so handsome, like any model in any magazine I've ever seen. No, he looked more than a Greek god I might ever come face to face with. His hair was combed to his side, not the usual ruffly. He was wearing black suit with white shirt under the coat. To match the look, he wore a red tie with slight hints of white in the corners. For a moment, I thought he was going for work in an office where the working women would drool over his cunning features.

With a huge smile on his face and husky voice, he greeted me.

"Hey."
"Hey."

To be perfectly honest, he was making me horny. Whoops. Did I just say that? I guess I did.

"You look- wow."
"Thank you. You look handsome too."
"Thanks."
"Found a date yet?"

He moved his hand over his hair, ruffling them.

"Uh, not yet."
"Do you even plan to ask her or dream that she'll come to you, kneeling down and asking you?"
"Not quiet, no. I- I was just going to a-ask her."
"Then go. Do it. Ask her now. The dance is about to start."

I smiled and put my hand on his shoulders. I started to walk away when he firmly grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I stumbled but he caught me.

"I was about to ask her but she was going away from me."

His voice was too soft and needy. That's when my suspicions were proven correct.

"Will you, Selena Jean Lockhart, do the honour of being my date?"

We stared in each other's eyes for what seemed like years. I smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I would. Gladly."

His eyes were popping out of their sockets and he was grinning widely. So widely that I thought his skin might tear apart. He let out a breath and again slipped his fingers to brush his hair.

"I never expected it to be that easy."
"Come on. Your hair's already messy enough and it looks good like that."

You must be freaking kidding me! Did I just say that? I'm goddamn sure I will be blushing furiously.

"Thank you. By the way, you look different when your hair's not braided. It's a good difference."

Okay, I just died. HE CAN'T BE SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT TO ME ON MY FACE?! I mean, it's good that he complimented me. But he complimented me! What's wrong with me? Why does he make my mind twisted in to a marshmallow?

I looked up to see him biting his lip. His eyes started to water and he started laughing hysterically. After like five minutes, he turned to me.

"I guess I have the same effect on you."

SAY WHAT NOW?!

"Did I just- said that out loud?"
"Loud enough for me to hear."

I'm doomed. So doomed.

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