Alura didn't really want to go, but there was no choice.  She needed to provide for you younger siblings.  Even with the help of Esmee, there were still four others to look after.  Hunter and Tanner weren't making it any easier either.  They were just teenage boys, still wanting to muck around, and that didn't help with looking after the twin nine year olds.

Sighing, she receives help with her make up and hair, before slipping into the turquoise dress.  Only a few more hours until the ball starts.  When she arrives, her mask firmly plastered on her face, she feels incredibly nervous; terrified even.  What if she messes up?  That thought terrifies her the most.  Trying to shake it off, she heads into the ballroom, aiming for a corner, so that she wouldn't have to interact with anyone.  She didn't know anyone.

Eventually, the Prince emerges.  [b]"Thank you for coming.  I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.  Please, enjoy the party."[/b]

Who would enjoy the party?  Oh, yeah.  Other girls.  Alura sighs, wishing she were back home, with the troublesome teenage boys, and adorable twins that were waiting for her.  Hell, she wished Esmee was able to come with her, but someone had to look out for the other four, since the older boys weren't mature enough yet.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"I hope you're alright, Esmee,"[/b][/color] she mumbles to herself.  She watches and observes everything from the corner she stands in.