Sitting still as Becca applied my makeup, I couldn't help but frown at my reflection. I looked like a clown with the makeup she applied on my face and I wanted nothing more than to reach for the wipe not too far away from me and wipe everything off my face."If you keep frowning, the make-up won't be as nice as it ought to be," Becca complained, turning my face sideways as she tried to blend the powder and foundation on the right side of my cheeks."Well, at least, I'd get a reason with wipe off this hideous thing from my face," I spat in disgust and Becca frowned, not pleased."It hurts my feelings that you're calling my creative handwork hideous when I'm trying so hard to make you look like the beautiful damsel that you ought to look like today."I sighed, breathing out, exasperated. Now that she said it, my words seemed to have a whole different meaning. "Your creativity itself isn't bad but on my face it is. My face isn't one for a make over which is why your awesome creativity a
"I thought I told you not to get all mushy on me?" I frowned as she pulled away."I told you I can't help it," she giggled."You're such a cry baby, I teased, your mate would have a lot of work taking care of you," I teased her and she grinned."You know, I feel really sorry for those that would never get the chance to be with their mates but with someone else dey just got mated to without having an ounce of love for them," she chimed and I felt a knife being driven through my chest. It felt so painful knowing that I fall under those category of people."I think they are the unluckiest….." she froze and slowly faced me, looking pale."Imelda," she muttered and I forced a smile on my face, waving it off."It's ok Becca, you're right, they are actually the unluckiest set of people doomed to spend their lives with someone they don't love and clearly doesn't love them either.""I'm sorry Becca, I didn't mean to hurt you with my words, I slipped off in my words and said things I shouldn't
Turning away from the mirror, I looked out of the window and saw everywhere packed with people."It's just some ball, why is everywhere packed with this much people?" I frowned, not recognizing anyone. Their faces all looked foreign to me."Don't be stupid, the Prince is getting mated to either you or Mirabelle tonight, it is only right that they all avail themselves to pay rites to him," Arla explained and I scoffed."When are you going to let me out? I've been holed in here for days now and I need to stretch my legs or do you want me to die of paralysis?" Arla quirked, being sacarstic."If you die then I get to live a quiet life without your incessant nagging," I smirked, walking away from the window."You'd die of boredom without me. I'm literally the sauce that makes your life way more interesting than it is," she sassed and I scoffed."What's that?" I frowned, approaching the door. Beside the door laid a letter, lying on the floor. Someone must have slipped it in.I picked it up,
Standing before me was no one else but the Derek dressed in exquisite royal apparel. He looked totally different this night and breathtaking. I never knew he could be this handsome, his blue eyes glittering in the dark.I gulped, taking in his appearance. I might not be in love with him but I couldn't dispute the fact that he had a body to die for. He was dressed in a tuxedo, few buttons of his shirt flying open and his hair chest in view.I felt tempted to take a step forward and touch him, feeling his skin against my fingers but I restricted myself, holding myself from doing something I'd regret later on. Right now he felt like a magnet, reaching out to me."Like what you see?" Derek smirked, enjoying himself and my cheeks heated up in embarrassment."Don't get cheeky, just got a bit distracted in thoughts," I looked away unable to meet his eyess. I suddenly felt hot as though there was a furnace in here."I'm not being cheeky, after all, it's not my cheeks that blazing hot presentl
I pulled away from Derek, blushing shamelessly."Derek," the voice yelled again, getting closer. "I guess your presence is needed," I smiled shyly, pushing my hair to the back of my ear as I avoided his eyes. Right now I just felt like burying whoever it was that just interrupted us."There you are," the intruder said, joining us by the lake. Derek and I turned to see who it was and man I wasn't disappointed."Mirabelle," I frowned and she looked at me, finally noticing me."What are you doing here?" She frowned, eyeing me in contempt."The same thing you probably came to do, having a decent conversation with the Prince. Things might have gotten a bit more interesting if you hadn't chosen thid particular period to show up," I accused, smiling but my smile was so fake that even Derek could not help but smile in amusement."What are you talking about?" Her eyebrows creased into a deeper frown."I think you know," I shrugged nonchalantly, loving the way she was getting pissed by the sec
"Imelda!" Naya screamed, barging into the room with Maya, Becca and Lucas.I closed my eyes, affected by the light but I couldn't say I didn't like the light. Being exposed to light felt like I was being exposed to life. Being a darkness, bound like some dog felt so nostalgic and I wanted nothing more than to get out of here."Sweet goddess!" Becca exclaimed, crouching down before me."What have they done to you?" Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of me. Now that there was light I could see that I looked hideous.Whoever captured me had taken time to ruin my dress and rend it apart to shreds. Most of my skin was bare and exposed."I'll kill whoever did this to you!" Naya gritted her teeth in anger looking pissed. Maya just stood transfixed to one spot, I couldn't guess what exactly was running through her mind. She looked pretty calm unlike Naya but her eyes were blazing hot with fury."We need to hurry up and get her to the ball," Becca wiped her tears."If we spend any more t
"Isn't that Alpha's Raiden's daughter?" People murmured, glaring at me with hateful eyes but I couldn't care less because right now I think I'm going to lose my mind.I'm still trying to put myself together after that unexpected push that the twins sprang up on me without thinking of informing me first. What if I died?"Good thing you didn't die," Arla replied unbothered."Now get your butt off the ground and put those torturous training from the Queen to use because right now, a slave looks more coordinated than you do.""You're so not nice," I frowned, pushing myself off the ground, dusting dirt off my glamorous gown.Everyone gasped in awe seeing the beauty of my gown as I stood up straight. Their eyes that once showed judgement and scorn now shone with admiration well apart from two very negative people.The Queen who wore an horrified look on her face seeing I wasn't wearing the dress she specially picked out for me, the ceremonial red dress Mirabelle, who glared at me out of p
The entire hall was silent, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of two angry men who were in a fierce staring contest. If the King hadn't intervened I was quite certain that a fight would have broken out between the two, Lord Renfrew throwing the first blow seeing that he has a very bad temper.lPersonally speaking, I was glad my dad spoke back and did not just pretend not to be here."I didn't really think he'd say anything," Arla commented and I shrugged."He's my father afterall and I took my attitude from him. He's not one to cower away from a verbal challenge.""But it seemed to me as though he wanted no hand in the fight happening seeing that he remained silent up to this point.""You're right, he didn't but there's no way all this would have ended without his name being mentioned," I smirked."All he just needed was a little something to add to the fire."Arla grasped, finally realizing what I meant."You prompted Mirabelle's father to make that statement to push yo