[color=maroon]“Are you positive there aren’t any other options? That… that I can’t just take off these [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ea/dc/0c/eadc0c3e57ec7d2efe0e5f96bea31638.jpg]heels[/url] and take off this [url= https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/64/13/1a/64131afc669a16fbf6106cd6fa32a9c3.jpg]dress[/url]? We could just pretend this never was a thing. But, that’s besides the point because I know you're not gonna budge. You know there are gonna be girls in there practically humping his leg in order to get his attention. What chance do I have in this, mom?”[/color]

Her mom appeared to be entirely ignoring her ramblings, instead choosing to continue her masterful work on Lilith’s hair. [color=lime]“Mi estimado, se ven bonitos.” (My dear, you look beautiful.)[/color] Her mother mumbled in their native Spanish, fingers dancing over her shoulders as she straightened the fabric. [color=lime]“ No importa lo que pase, serás la mujer más hermosa allí. Cualquier hombre, incluso el príncipe, sería afortunado de tenerte.” (No matter what happens, you will be the most beautiful woman there. Any man, even the prince, would be lucky to have you.)[/color]

Lilith’s lips upturned into a smile and a light sheen covered her eyes. Lilith’s first language was Spanish as well but, she had to learn English at a young age to keep up with appearances and to keep up with those surrounding her. Regardless, she still carried a noticeable Spanish lilt in her voice even though she spoke perfectly clear English.

[color=maroon]“Gracias, mamá.”[/color] She said sincerely before clearing her throat. Wiping delicately at her eyes as to not ruin her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/de/74/51/de745145469944630623b25fa14e0405.jpg]makeup[/url].

[color=maroon]“Regardless… mom, I need to do this. And win. The house… you know that Figgins has been struggling. To not win this could… could mean the end. And I do [b]not[/b] want that on my conscious for the rest of my life.”[/color]

[color=lightcoral]“Calm down, baby sis. You’ll do fine. All else fails, maybe you’ll find a husband or something. I hear the kennel has a few eligible bachelors.”[/color] The low drawl of her older brother caused Lilith to immediately stand much to her mother’s disapproval. Her brother, Luke, was pretty much an exact copy of her. After all, he was only older then her by 5 minutes. But, he just loooovvveeed to rub it in.

[color=maroon]“5 minutes, Luke. You’re older than me by [b]5 minutes[/b]. I should’ve just tripped you on the way out, giving myself the head start. And besides, I’m not the one with the nickname ‘Hound Dog’. It’s a miracle you haven’t caught anything yet, let’s be honest here.”[/color] Lilith drawled in the same way as her brother, taking a few steps forward.

Eyes flashing, her brother took a few more steps forward. [color=lightcoral]“Hmm, that’s a funny statement coming from you. After all, you know the other world for female dog, right? Between the two of us, I think it’s pretty obvious who’s the bit-.”[/color]

[color=maroon]“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence!”[/color] The twin siblings were practically chest-to-chest, both of them staring each other down. [color=maroon]“Because if you do, I swear I will take this beautiful heel and shove it so far up your a-!”[/color]

[b]Slap![/b]

[color=lightcoral]“Ow!”[/color][color=maroon]“Ow!”[/color]

[color=lime]“Silencioso.” (Quiet.)[/color]

[color=lightcoral]“Sí, mamá.”[/color][color=maroon]“Sí, mamá.”[/color]

Sated, the mother turned Lilith to face her as the twins rubbed their arms in pain. [color=lime]“Ahora, usted me escucha. No importa lo que pasa, ¿me oyes? Vas a caminar allí con la cabeza bien alta y vas a ser tú mismo. No intentes ser como las otras chicas. Estás perfecta. No dejes que un príncipe convertirte en alguien diferente.” (Now, you listen to me. It doesn't matter what happens, you hear me? You're going to walk in there with your head held high and you're gonna be yourself. Don't try to be like the other girls. You are perfect. Don't let a prince turn you into someone different.)[/color]

Lilith nodded in agreement, a smile growing on her face as her mom adjusted her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/f5/ea/e7f5ea40ee5ac20f803da7a8ee02fee4.jpg]hair[/url] once more before giving a nod of approval and giving her her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/92/45/b1/9245b1d6ce84d9e59669e32568f2387b.jpg]mask[/url].

[i]I can do this![/i]

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[i]I can’t do this.[/i]

Perfection. All she sees is perfection. Women were… everywhere. In their fancy designer dresses (Could they, like, smell cheap/non-designer fabric/clothing? Honestly, the amount of stares she’s gotten is making her antsy.) Women with perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect posture, perfect mannerisms (How is that girl’s face not breaking from how hard she’s smiling?), and even perfect laughs. How. Is. This. Possible?

Lilith had walked further into the party, sticking closer to the walls as she grabbed a flute of champagne from a passerby. She was hoping a little bit of liquid courage would make her feel better and hopefully calm her nerves. But then your highness himself showed up. 

[i]Why. Is. He. So. Handsome?[/i] Was there a hot-people only label that she somehow missed? She hasn’t seen [b]one[/b] non-attractive person. It was becoming worrying at this point.

But, she did notice a few signs that the royal man himself wasn’t as confident as he put on. From the slightly anxious look in his eye to the tenseness of his body. How did she know this? Well, when you work in a bar you… notice things. Or you would need to learn things. Like, for example, when the overexcited college student was about to puke from downing too much alcohol for his first time. That’d usually be the point where she directs him to the bathroom. BUT, that’s another story. To shorten it; seeing a PRINCE be nervous during this made him seem more… human, as weird as that sounds. Maybe she could find common ground after all.

Nodding to herself, she fingered her glass as she people-watched. [i]Now what?[/i]