Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! I've been busy with everything lately and I haven't had time to write. Hopefully I'll be able to post more often this summer :) Also hopefully these chapters will get longer!
Juliette ducked into the main ballroom. She'd seen her father enter the lobby and she couldn't let him see her. She wanted to complete the mission. She wanted to show Maguire that she could do it.
But her father arriving was a serious complication, not only for herself, but for Chandler as well. She hoped Chandler had some idea of how he would play it, because she had her own plan: and it didn't involve him. It couldn't. They weren't supposed to know each other.
With one eye fixed on the wide entrance into the room, Juliette scanned the scene before her. Since her father didn't appear to want to dance, she would focus on the task at hand: becoming Shirley Dwight.
She adopted a bored look on her face and stood with one hand on her hip, like a new-money American would. I've never liked these types of parties, Juliette thought to herself. Sure, the high stakes piece made it a bit more exciting, but it was, at the root of it all, just a party. She'd attended thousands of these before.
On that note, as Juliette looked around to see that she didn't recognize any of the other guests. That was a good sign, for it meant that none of them would recognize her.
"Excuse me," she heard someone say behind her. "Is your dance card full?"
Juliette turned to see a tall looking young man, beaming at her. She raked her eyes over his body and decided he was somewhere between the ages of 20 and 25, rich, and he had this air around him that made him seem like he was actually a nice human being.
In other words, he wasn't Shirley's type in the least.
"Allow me to introduce myself." He smiled at her. I'm William Renaldi. My father is the host of this ball, and I must say, I don't think we've met." He waved to a man in a grey suit on the other end of the ballroom; a man Juliette knew to be Henry Renaldi, one of the wealthiest men in the world.
So he's the host's son, Juliette thought to herself. That meant he was one of the most eligible bachelors in England. It was amazing, really, that she hadn't met him before, but then again...she had been locked up in the horrible school all year.
But since he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the country...Shirley Dwight would be more than happy to give him her name.
"Shirley Dwight," she answered him in a perfect American accent. "It's nice to see you. I believe our fathers know each other." She paused as he kissed her hand.
"It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance." William nodded. "Your father is Russell Dwight?"
Juliette gave him a flirtatious smile in response. "That's right. Dwight Enterprises."
The businessman shoved his hands into the pockets of his German suit. "So sorry to hear about the accident at the nuclear facility," he told her. "That's a bloody shame. Have you heard from Earl about some sort of insurance recovery?"
She smirked to herself. "Not since the funeral" Juliette looked at William. He'd done something that she'd done thousands of times. These balls often get party crashers, people pretending to be someone else. In fact, Juliette doubted that the Gentlemen's Club was the only uninvited lot of the crowd.
Ever since she was a little girl and her family had been throwing their own galas, her father had taught her how to differentiate between the guests and the crashers. That might have been why she was so comfortable in becoming one, it was easy for her.
|Emma Watson||as Juliette Easton|
|Adam Gregory||as Maguire|
|William Moseley||as Archibald|
|Penn Badgley||as Chandler|
|Alex Pettyfer||as Prince Alexander|