"Here, try this on.", Jasmine said as she held out a long sleeve black dress.

"Why?", I asked, looking at it. It's not that it's isn't pretty or anything, but dresses aren't my style.

"For the party. The uniforms for parties here this world are dresses when these kind of things happen. Even, I bet Liam would love you in this."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up.", I said, but I couldn't help but smile. Remove the smile. Remove the smile. Remove the smile, I thought. I can't help it, I think I do really like Liam, he's sweet and funny. He's--different. Different from the boys I ever dated, but you have to remember, I don't even know them well. But I know Liam, and he's sweet.

I took the dress and Jasmine and I start changing in the dresses she pick. Hers was like mine, but it match her tattoo color. We than grabbed some flats. Mine were black and hers' was white.

"Thank goodness King Luka and Queen Arabella brought the pixies from their palace here to help.", Jasmine said, brushing throw her curly hair.

"Hmm-mm.", I said, sitting down on the bed.

"That means I can be around Edric a lot.", she grinned. I laughed as I started playing with my fingers. "Have you notice Luna been flirting with Mitchel, it's kind have weird since Luna likes the bad bo--crap, we have to go help finish the ball room and we're late.", she said, throwing her brush in the air and grabbing my arm before I could say anything.

We ran out the door and down the many hallways. After a minute and half of running, I started to feel tired. I'm not much of a runner, which is why I almost failed gym in High School.

Suddenly we ran in to someone. Me and Jasmine fell on our butts and groaned lowly. We looked up to see it was Queen Arabella. "Ladies, thank goodness I found you both.", she said quickly as Jasmine and me got up from the floor. "Which one of you know how to ballroom dance?", she asked.

"Sorry ma'am, but I only know ballet.", Jasmine said.

"Dorinda?",

"Yes.", I said' my eyes furrowing together in confusion. It wasn't a lie. When I was nine, my mom sighed me up from a mother and daughter dance classes. Which she tricked me since I thought it was hip-hop dancing since i'm not the best dancer. But than I found it was ballroom dancing. So I had to do it for three years since my mom loved it.

"Great.", she sighed in relief, "Jasmine, I'm going to take Dorinda from you for a while. Tell the other I have her.",

Jasmine nodded her head, "Yes, ma'am.",

Queen Arabella and me went the way she came from. Queen Arabella spoke, "I need your help. My son, Lucas--lets say isn't the best ballroom dancer. So I need you to help him ballroom dance. But I must tell you this right now, don't mock him with that, he doesn't like to get made fun of it--well actually made fun of anything.",

Lucas can't ballroom dance? I tried hard not to laugh. I'm not sure how old he is, but he should be old enough to know how to ballroom dance.

"Okay.", I said, holing back my grin.

"Great.", she smiled, but then frown, "Oh my, I forgot, I have to help my husband with tying his tie, you think being over seven hundred years old, he'll know how to. So go head and tell Lucas I'll be up when I done.", she said.

I tired hard not to sigh, "Okay.", I said.

I was in front of Lucas office. Why didn't I just say I couldn't ball room dance? Oh right, cause I didn't know it involved Lucas. I really need to think when before I help someone. Even, I thought I'll be helping the Queen! Not her son. Her evil son.

"How'd I know they'll send you.", I heard Lucas voice behind me, which made me jump.

I turned around, Lucas was wearing black dress pants and a white bottom up and down shirt with a lose black tie. He was leaning on his bedroom door. "Let's just get this over with.", I coldly said.

He start walked towards me, "Watch your mouth, slave.", he said. Well, he made sure to say slave very clear. How rude.

"Me watch my mouth?", I asked, pointing at me, "Why don't you watch your mouth, you have no righ-", but before I could finish, I got slapped in the face. I brought my hand to my cheek, "Ugh!",I moaned to myself, holding back the stingy tears.

He bent down so we'll be same height, "I really don't want to slap you again. So shut up and don't get on my nerve, slave.",

My mouth opened a little. He grabbed my wrist roughly, "Lets just get this over with.", he said, not looking at me as he dragged me to his room. Oh great, I have to teach him how to ball room dance in his messy room. I never been inside his room yet, only seen it that first night I got here, but I couldn't really see while outside.

He dragged me inside his room. Damn, it's huge! It's like ten times the size of my dorm room! Their was a double king size bed (If they even make king size beds double!), a big huge flat screen tv, a big wide dresser and a door that was probably a freaking walk in closet. The walls were a champagne gold color and the bed comforter were the same color. And lots of room to ball room dance.

I finally realized how hard Lucas was gripping on my wrist, "Oww!.", I practically yelled, trying to break away. "Let go.", I almost yelled. I fell to the floor from trying to move away.

After a few second, he let go. "Get up.", he said, not even looking at me.

I rubbed my wrist and looked up at Lucas, "You almost broke my arm!", I snapped.

"But I didn't, now get up.", he said, taking the same wrist, "Stop being a baby.",

"Well let go.", I said, jerking my arm out of his hand. I started rubbing my wrist again and I looked down at my wrist, great, you could see finger prints, i'm probably going to have bruises. "Do you have to be mean?", I asked, not even looking up at him.

"Should I answer that?", he asked this time.

I looked up at him confused, "Huh?",

"Huh?", he asked, making his mouth into a straight line, then now smirking. He's ignoring the question! "I have no idea what your talking about.", he said while laughing, great, he's read my mind again. Uh! He walked over to one of the tables in the room and turned on a radio. Piano music start to play. "Shall we.", he said, walking back over.

I groaned to myself. Lucas was in front of me now, "Very easy starting sets.", I grumbled, taking his right hand and putting on my waist. I than took his left hand and put my right hand in his hand.

I put my left hand on his shoulder, "Okay, now we're going to step backwards a few times.", I said, but as I went his way, he went mine, so I ran into his chest. "Ow..", I said, rubbing my nose. Damn, his chest is as hard as a rock. "I should have been more clear on that. Go backward your way.",

He rolled his eyes, "Okay.",

I put my hand back on his shoulder, "Again, your backwards.". We stepped backwards about four times, "Okay, good. Now to the left about three times.", I said. We stepped two times perfectly, but when the third time came, he stepped on my left foot hard. My eyes flew open, "Oww!", I said, moving away from him. He is a bad dancer and I can tell by one step!

He snorted, "I'm an awesome dancer. It's just can't ballroom dance.", he said, putting us back in position.

"Okay, lets try this again.", I said, trying to ignore the pain in my foot. We went backwards a few times and went left three times perfectly this time. "Now the other left way.", I said. Went perfectly again. "Now I'll go forward while you go backwards.",

He nodded his head and looked down at our feet.

After about forty minutes of teaching Lucas how to dance, I finally got to sit down on the floor cause I had to rub my feet since he stepped on my foot about five times.

"See, now I'm an awesome ballroom dancer.", he said, standing in front of me with a cocky smile.

"You only had one lesson, doesn't make you an expert.", I said, getting up from the floor.

"Lessons? I'm having lessons?', he asked, looking mad.

"No-I meant- I mean, just learning how to dance in forty minutes, doesn't mean your goo-",

Before I could finish, the doors of Lucas room open, showing Queen Arabella. She had a smile on her face, "Sorry it took me long, your father needed help with his tie, but kept making me chosen other ties cause he kept saying one didn't look good in till we found his favorite black tie.", she said, rolling her eyes. "So..", she said, clapping her hands together, "how'd it go?", she asked.

I was about to say he okay, but kept crashing down on my feet, but Lucas beat me, "I'm an expert.", he said, with a cocky grin.

"Perfect.", she said, having a please smile. "May I see so I can test on that?", she asked.

"Um...", Lucas said, looking blank, "Mother, I don't think that's a good idea.",

"Of course it is. Even, I want to see my son ballroom dance for the first time.", she said. I almost let out my laugh, but I caught it in time. Lucas looked down at me angrily. "Now, let see.", she said.

I got up from the floor and Lucas and me got in positions. "Hold on..", Queen Arabella said, "something wrong here.", he said, pointing her finger on her chin. "Oh, now I see it.", she said, bring me and Lucas closer to each other, "You too are far apart.", she said.

I notice Lucas and me were realty close, like our chests were almost touching. I blushed lightly, I don't really like being that close to guy, even one that smells as good as Lucas.

"Right.", I said, faking a smile to Queen Arabella. I should just move away just a little. Just a little.

Uh, but I can't, for some reason, I couldn't move myself away. Why can't I? It was like my feet was glued to the flo..

"Dorinda?", I heard my name being called from Queen Arabella. "Are you okay?", she asked. I nodded my head and smiled.

Lucas and I started dancing. About two and half minutes later, we finish, "Perfect.", she said. I moved away and she walked over to her son. "Just some things, small things though.", she said, looking at me, "Very good Dorinda, I'm pleased. You may go back to help finish up with the ballroom. Party starts in an hour and a half, so lets hurry.", she said.

I nodded and head over to the door. I closed the door on my way out.

Why didn't I move away a little when she pushed us closer?, I asked myself. It was kind a like I didn't want to move.