Disguise

Chapter 9

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CH. 9

DEMTRI’S POV

I threw my head on the table and groaned. I had been here for thirty minutes and I was already dying to leave. In about thirty minutes I have had fifteen different girls come and try to hit on me and fifty people congratulate me, and it was annoying the crap out of me. I hated these kind of parties to begin with so I was about ten seconds away from begging someone to just shoot me and get it over with.

I was currently sitting on one of the many tables sipping some punch that didn’t have enough alcohol for my liking. I was in the grand ball room where the party was taking place and even though it was Arabella’s birthday party; her and her parents had yet to show up.

When they said the theme was gold I had no clue it was going to be this crazy. They had the walls painted gold and they changed out all of the light bulbs so it looked like the lights were even gold. They had about 250 round tables with sparkly gold table clothes and matching gold chairs. The tables and the center pieces were - you guessed it, gold. After tonight I never wanted to see the color again.

There was about 750 people walking around and dancing and probably most of the people where gliding around on the huge dance floor in the middle of the room. I would have probably gone up and danced if it wasn’t some cheesy classical music playing.

“Hello, you must be the prince.”

I looked up to see a young girl that was probably around twenty standing by my table. Number sixteen I guess, I thought wirily. She was wearing a tight strapless dress that puffed out at her hips. It had strips of leopard and gold fabric coming out of the skirt so I stuck out even farther. And to make it even sluttier there was a slit going up to the top her thigh.

“I must.” I answered shortly wanting her to just leave.

“Well than prince, I am Amelia Graceson, Arabella’s cousin. So technically I am eighth in line for the throne if you ever want to get rid of her?” She giggled.

I just rolled my eyes, “You know I am engaged to Arabella right?”

“Yep.” She nodded.

I guess that they all knew but it was a little crazy that even Arabella cousin was trying to get me to ditch me Arabella for her but I guess most girls where merciful and would do anything to get with me, it was just a little crazy.

“So do you two not get along?” I asked curious as to why she would do that.

“Oh no, she has always been really weird.” Amelia said nodding.

I was going to ask her one what she meant but I was cut off by the sound of a trumpet. I looked over to the far side of the room where there was a huge winding staircase with double doors on the top. The man who blew the trumpet was in a suit and was obviously announcing that someone was arriving. I almost laughed at it; this whole thing was like the party where Cinderella met prince charming.