Kalon : 

beauty that is more than skin deep.

  In this oversized ballroom with an overflow of people with oversized egos and too many sports cars to count. I felt like my head was spinning. All I wanted to do was get out of this dress. Expensive and uncomfortable is a brand and I seem to always be wearing it.

  I knew exactly who was coming up to me when I heard the tap of her Prada shoes. Ever heard of the saying that the devil wears Prada? Well that is my mother.  

"Darling, go put on a show for the buyers. They're over by your father." She flashed her tube of lipstick, putting on the fifth layer tonight. I knew, because I counted.

  "And fix your posture." She closed the tube of lipstick sticking it ever so carefully into her clutch. I straighten my back, smiling tightly and began to walk over to a group of middle aged men including my father. 

   His attention turned towards me and gently pushed my shoulder blades inching me closer to the group. "Camille," he smiled. "Gentlemen I would like you to meet my daughter Camille." I gave a friendly smile telling them how nice it was that I finally got to meet them. My father, Warren Callahan began to chat about financial adjustments. His slick thick black hair was something I inherited from him.

  I look most alike to my father rather than to my mother. I had her eyes, bright green. I hated them.

"Camille?" One of the middle aged men spoke to me, what was his name? Richard Graham .

"Mr. Graham." I said as cheerful as possible.

  "Would you mind go finding Ethan for me? I know he has been looking for you." His dimples left creases after he finished smiling.  I nodded leaving the group for them to chat about things that were too mature for a seventeen year old girl like me.

  I found Ethan talking to the two people he usually talked to. His best friends Chance Lockwood and Xander Cardiner.

  Chance Lockwood was big on parties with girls and liquor while Xander Cardiner was just big on money. I was focused on making it past the three through the kitchen and out the back door, my plan didn't work at all.

  Once I past them I heard Ethan call for me. I muttered turning around with a tight smile. "Ethan, I didn't know you were coming tonight!" Even though I did know he was coming. The three of them always come to big gatherings like this.

"I figured you would be here." He gave a charming smirk. I smiled giving a small giggle. His smirk widened.

"Tomorrow Xander and I were hopeful that you and Rolland would accompany us to a tennis match." You could tell we were in a different world by the grammar he used. 

"I think Rolland and I would love that." Another giggle to boost his ego even more some, if that was possible.

  A boy carrying champagne walked by us as Chance stuck out his foot and the boy caught himself, but not the champagne. The champagne spilled on Rolland's father Grant Lincoln. The ballroom became silent with a hum of classical music in the background.

  Grant Lincoln's suit was completely ruined covered in champagne and his shoes damaged from the glass. The waiters eyes widened and he began to apologize profusely. Mr. Lincoln leaned into the waiter whispering something in his ear. The waiter nodded turning to Chance as a waitress rushed to began to clean up the mess.

 The veins in his arms stuck out as he made fists at his side. The waiters eyes flashed a yellowish gold as he gave Chance a glare that could kill and he looked like he wanted to. Chance looked frightened, No Chance looked like he would piss his five hundred dollar suit.

  The waiter broke his glare and his eyes changed to a gray as they landed on me. His eyes softened as he gave me a small smirk that no one else saw. He turned going back through the kitchen.

  Ethan's eyes narrowed on me. Apparently someone did see it. "Excuse me." I spoke clear. He nodded. Xander and Chance didn't notice I left, everyone was so focused on Mr. Lincoln while I was focused on what just happened.

  I entered the kitchen dodging between the cooks and waiters, trying to find the exit through the smoke. I found a black rusty door and went through it exiting to cool Maryland air.

I felt like I could finally breathe.

I turned my head to see the waiter smoking a cigarette. I scoffed.

"Want a hit princess?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes straightening my back.

  "How original" I mumbled rolling my eyes. The waiter paused for a second then leaned against the brick wall.

  "You scared of a smoke..?" He had a boyish grin placed on his face. I studied his face,  strong jaw, straight teeth. His brown hair was thick and pushed up with gel most likely for the event tonight.

My Mother would smell cigarette smoke on my breath.

  I scoffed. Cancer came to my mind when I thought of cigarettes not fright. I crossed my arms rubbing my hands against them. I was dressed for a social gathering not for the outside world.

  He threw his head back in laugh. "Go back inside Princess, we wouldn't want you getting cold now would we..?" He was mocking me.

"Couldn't think of anything else to call me?" I mumbled to myself.

  He stared at me and started walking toward me making the space between us vanish. Soon enough he was in front of me. He placed his arm over my head having his body leaning over

  My breathing hitched. Our faces couldn't have been more than five inches apart. His eyes were a distinctive fiery gray following his slight crooked nose leading to his full pink lips.

"Something.. original, eh?" He glanced up at the night sky then back at my eyes.

"Y-es" I choked out.

  I felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. I smelled the nicotine and a strong mint on his breath.

Just then I heard the doors open in the front of the building and the tap of the Prada shoes.

  "I have to go." I whispered ducking under his arm and hurrying into the back door. Once I was in the kitchen I started to feel the tips of my numb fingers burn. I started shaking my wrist heading back through the kitchen and into the ballroom. Before I could get used to my surroundings my mother came up to me.

  "Where have you been? You're freezing." Her eyes narrowed. "Why were you outside? Your cheeks are flushed." She slowly shook her head not seeming to let me get in a word.

"Well..?" She tapped her shoe impatiently.

"I was getting some fresh air with Ethan." I placed my hand to my cheek and it was burning hot. Surprised I slightly smiled.

"You can't just run off whenever you like. You understand me?" My smile twisted and it was gone.

"Yes, mother." I looked at my feet to see the heels I had been wearing were scuffed from the ruff cement outside.

"Good, now fix your posture." She took out her tube of lip gloss putting on another layer. That was the sixth layer.