"Ugh, would you quit it!"

"But I'm not even touching you." The man in the glasses with no beard and looked younger as 17 years old puts his hands up in surprise.

"No, you did touch me, if not how could I stumble like that, you idiot!"

The man grimaced and walked away, as he turned around.

Ave sighed as she crossed her arms, feeling like the most saggiest woman in the world, -in history, having to attend a party, which she thought was a cheap dress sale her friends recommended at first, hoping for a discount, and ended up with a gala ball of royals which she couldn't turn around because she doesn't have any money to pay for the taxi fare, nor the dress to enter the ballroom itself. Which now turned out to be a ruckus, because she is not only confused, but a complete wreck as she tried to cover her butt from being seen by other people wearing puff gowns and glorifying dresses.

Which doesn't help that now her mind is empty, and that she's doing nothing but standing in front of the top stairs reaching to the door entrance. Topping off with a circle mud on her butt center. She decided to muster up the courage to go up the stairs and enter the first hall of the castle. At least.

"I hate this place."

"Can I help you, ma'am?" A man in a tuxedo as old as 50 asked in courtesy.

"With what." Ame asked blankly.

"With your dress of course. You aren't going to attend the ballroom party looking like that."

"Looking like what." Ame asked. Almost wanted to threaten the man derived from the shame that little dent of mud caused on her butt. Which she probably thought was wet, dark and brown.

"Um- A beautiful woma who just arrived on- uhm-" He looked down to see what Ave was desperately passionatelt trying to clean off or hide from him. As he saw her hands waving aimlesslt at her buttocks, he finally saw a brownish dent on her buttocks. "Butt." He splurted oht.

"Oh, would you quit your flimsy uncourtesied excuses. I can't bare take a look at these dresses-" She failed her arm around, "-because I don't have any money."

"Oh, that's not to worry about. We can write you a check and you could write down your home address." He tried to be polite.

"Forget it." Ame lifted a hand and walked away, only to be discovered by thunder and she mourned. Her face muscles shot in surprise as her mood went down as she realised that it dawned on her that she had to go inside. Or she'll get wet walking 20km home.

"Shit." She cursed, heaving to relent out her happiness and drowsy disappointment at the moment, walking back to the stairs, tan and rough as she made her way back to the yellow light, filled with sparkly glitter dark dresses and men old enough to be her father and step dad, some are young, she thought, but the majority of the scene before her eyes were men with sharp noses and almost protruding bellies, holding a wine in one hand with a distinct chatter with the movement of a thousand mouths.

She didn't realise how long she's been standing until another human person nudged her quite hard.

"Excuse me, watch yourself I'm in a bad mood."

"Well, you should be the one watch yourself who doesn't stand in an open door." The man quite handsome raised an eyebrow, Ame noticing the man with one hand in his pocket returned a perfectly born natural eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes as she watched the man with a tuxedo walked away, his back leaning towards the chandelier direction. Which she wished the chandelier would pretentiously magically fall on him and someone would call an ambulance, remembering the scene of Red Sparrow, which she awfully remembered the main character got her ankle purposely broken by her partner who in order to cheat with another woman in the toilet.

She almost gagged.

Kidding.

Ame didn't realise how long she started at the scurrying scene before her until her eyes stung, remembering her that she hasn't blinked for like the longest minute.

Like Plankton.

Her mind said.

Oh shut up. She wanted to mutter under her breath. But it didn't came out. Just as any other moment when she wanted to confess, anytime, anywhere, in the backyard school, a cafe or a nice dinner garden. She would choke.

Or would I say she didn't even try.

Or she would just stare at the person and went her blank mind to the farthest galaxy ever. And just stare at the man before her completely before he realised she was a complete moronic nuisance of a time waster and observed as she watched him leave in confusion and itchy scalps. Every single time.

Except the scallop moment, when-

"Don't say that." Ame quickly said.

"Say what?"

A man taller than her appeared. The black bow present in her cornea, the scent alluring to her nose, the favorite scent of perfectly balanced flowers and a figure of high stature.

She looked up to realise he wasn't that tall. But fake-smiled in return.

She didn't realise she smiled that long until her mouth moved on her own.
"So what brings you here?"

"Uh, the ball?" He questioned pointing out to his eyebrows and his glass of white wine which she presumed is sweet.

"Oh." She smiled. "Who holds a royal ball in the middle of a city?"

"Are you seriously asking me that. This is Viagra. Unknown but we held balls once in a while."

"I see your friend holding a ball of ring socket. Are you going to propose?"

Ame stated as she sees his friend reaching their side, phanting while holding out a pocket which looks like a holder for rings, but round. Which she finds confusing and amusing.

"Hey." He phanted. His brown brunette mostly covered in sweat. Thank goodness his tuxedo was not ruined. She thought.

"You're late." He stated.

"I'm right on time." He raised an eyebrow, looking at his watch.

"Ugh."

Just as Ame got a blinking terrific idea about how to go about and borrow money for the dress, the man swiftly spun and walked the same side, towards the door, probably feeling ashamed and made his way- along side his friend- to the door of the ballroom. Which she felt she was banned because she was just wearing a sweatshirt and a skirt. Of all places and time which seems to be pranking and playing jokes on her stability and emotional thermometer.

"Ugh." She groaned silently. Swearing underneath her breath that she would live to see the death of that cute tiny stranger- a man of his size- to be met with a peculiar death.

Of his own.

She decided to take the high road and freeze on the spot, and scan around the room, to finally find someone- a gallantly looking young woman with a man shorter on the other end just a few inches. She felt a boost of compassion and confidence as she made the tenacity to go up and ask for a favor.

Or so she thought.

As she walked up, she didn't realize those to adults were having a bicker about how the man was insensitive and how he never even praised her once, which makes up how she felt the dress she prepared long before made her butt look big, or how her most desired and favorite bra cup didn't fit her right and made her boobs look tiny like a rat.

To which he protested, she listened. She stood there for a couple of seconds before they both turned to look at her in dismay. Protesting that she was even present, and so close that she lived to breath the sweet smell of bickering and quarreling of a dating couple.

Which felt not that much worse compared to the longest time to when she decided to walk up to them while feeling a pang gust of burning passion and bickering of two species.

Two sexes, may I presume.

"What.?" The woman and man almost spoke simultaneously, frozen midair.

"Um, I was just wondering. If.."

"You know what, is she your girlfriend? Because I would be delighted to know how exactly you swerved to this younger female of a species right here because I look slightly older, because you didn't even care to say how good or bad I look in this dress!"

"That's not what I'm saying nor doing! You know I love-"

"Eat your little piece of shit love..!" She humped and stacked her heels away, going inside the ballroom herself. The man, paying so little attention to Ame, followed her so-called girlfriend behind, close yet so far. But they looked like a good looking couple. She thought.

She takes a breath before viewing, scanning with her beady green blue eyes for support. Some sort of excuse or a scene which she could squeeze herself into and ask for attention- oops, backup for her dismay and treachery at this night evening. She came across a man, quite tall and not even looking like he came from the city, brunette gold with his back turned to her. Her brain might say it was a little bit intimidating, but it was the only chance she got since all the other people her eyes consumer were either chatting, leaning against a wall, pucker kissing or finding a rental dress to wear. Except the fitting room across it.

She heaved a breath before walking towards the lean built man, not thinking a word of what to say. It was right at that moment a taller guy, with rose musk scent bumped into her, wafted inside her nostrils, which made her then curse out the biggest word she had ever cursed. Before cursing the more bigger word of cursing inside her brain. Which caught the attention of the man, making him turn which she caught from the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry!" The man apologized.

"You better be."

She didn't realise that she stumbled until her body swayed and she was now half off the ground, the other half being pulled like a lever by the man who is holding her right arm like a safety emergency kit for dear life.

Ame saw the man arch an eyebrow from the corner of her eye, which made her heart smirk, probably going to make it, she hoped.

"Are you okay?" The man hovered a shadow over her, frowning while not seeming to comprehend that he was pulling her like a casino machine.

Her leg staggered back and she stood straight, snatching her arm back and dusted off her hips, forgetting that she wasn't wearing a dress. "I am fine. Now leave." She turned, pretending to be searching a dress among the rental dress piled on the racks.

"Do you need some money to rent a dress? I can pay."

The word and husky voice of this man made Ave flutter in blood vessels of a peach cobbler and she turned, staring blankly at the man to see if he was serious or he just wanted to buy her a drink and pull her away on her already almost scrawny arm like a lever again.

To which her likely-smart brain presumed he wasn't aware and that he would most likely do it again. Twice.

"What's going on here?" His voice so close- maybe not close for a kiss, but a close distance which made her heart perk in attention.

Her neck tweaked up to look at the man, and he was slightly frowning, a hair gelled in style, with a usual tuxedo and a blue rose at his right pocket.

Maybe it's the man for Ave.

She blinked, didn't think up a word to say and just mustered the courage to speak, which made her mouth just open like a puffer fish like so and close back up.

"Are you blackmailing her, is he bothering you?" The man panicked, turned to look at her, and it was the most gorgeous brown and ash color eyes she has ever seen.

She concluded he's most certainly not from the lands of Virginia.

Islands. The Narrator corrected.

Shut up. She snapped.

Most traits of this secluded island were mostly brown or light colored, which would be a surprise for Ave to witness the sight of a man with a combination of both, in the right way of a holy and eccentric genetics of a certain offspring.

She quickly smiled. "Oh, nothing's wrong, he just bumped into me and unpurposely dragged pulled my arm." She smiled innocently. "-like a lever." She continued. She waved an arm like it was nothing, still laughing it off nervously and chuckling.

The man gave him an eye to which he grimaced and walked away.
Quickly. Scurryingly.

"So, young lady," He turned to her, "What can I do for you in this fine evening night?"

"Um." She turned to look at the hanging racks of tall dresses intoxicating her dna, which she made presumable that she was able to find a dress for her intermediate height.

"Oh, you want to rent a dress? Here, have some money, I'll accompany you to rent one. I'm alone and I needed a date anyway."

"Oh." She cursed at the brown tendril that decided to cover her right eye, knocking the tendril behind her ear. "That's kind of you." She took the money the man counted out of his wallet, a good $300 which is a generous amount considering the bad reputation the older jeweled humans have for being stinjy for wealth and money.
Then again he was not a man from this region. To which she was lucky for.

"Um. I'm gonna go and see the dress." She pointed a finger quickly and walked hurrily towards the racks of hanging dresses, the fabric,silk and glittered wools under her fingertips.

Scraping and touching the wear, firstly the blue and red dress she had been eyeing for a while.

This Chapter 1 has not been revised so it might go a little changes there after.
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