Chapter six

The guests are still arriving, we were quite early and now I have nothing to do. I begin to wander and I see a staircase getting to the top, two securities stands side by side.

"Hey do you speak English because I speak English and I also speak Spanish but I do really need to know what you speak in order for me to communicate with..." I stop. I am beginning to blab. The securities didn't even spare me a glance all through my rant. I cough clearing my throat and I stand upright, chest out but of course not to out as I won't want my breast spilling out of the dress.

"Good evening" I greet and they just nod. Since they don't want to answer me, I will just find my way. I try passing in between them and they have the freaking guts to push me away.

"How dare you push me!" I screech in anger.

"What do you want here? the ball is downstairs" one of them whose name tag reads Len says. Imagine Len...who bears that name. it makes me remember Mufasa the food stand man.

"I am Countess Philips granddaughter" I say and their face change to one of shock but they mask it up so quickly. "And I will tell the Count that I was pushed away like a rag doll" I pretend to turn away but the other security hold me back.

"we are so sorry, we didn't mean to" he pleads and leaves the door so I can go through but Len stops me. what the hell is wrong with this man.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"why are you asking?" maybe he wants to ask me out. Nice try Len or Lenses or whatever your name is but you will be turned down.

"I need to check the guest list. Anybody can try impersonating others. so we have to be extra careful".

"My name is Rosalina" he checks the tab in his hand nodding after a few seconds.

"You can go in but what do you want to do in this floor if I may ask?" I think for a while. I am just wandering around but I can't probably tell him that. I have a perfect lie.

"Princess Eulalia and I have some things to discuss and as her closest friend, I have to be with her right now"and for the first time I lie without blinking my eyes in nervousness. He nods and gestures for me to go.

NARRATOR'S POV

Princess Eulalia is in an off shoulder glittery black and red ball gown. A black net covers the exposed chest area and at the neck, different sizes of diamond were attached to it. All of a sudden, the princess feels the seams of the dress giving away. She shrieks so loud that if possible the royal house will shake.

"How is it possible for my dress to loose? what did you guys do to my dress?!" she yells continuously to the maids who all shrug not knowing what happened to the dress.

"salir! salir! "she shoves them out face red in anger.

"Roberto!" she calls out to the guard at the door.

Rosalina who has been walking aimlessly hears the screams of discomfort coming from a certain room. she heads to the direction and as she gets there, she sees four ladies piling out of a room faces red in embarrassment.At the door of the room stood a guard. He is tall and has brown curls and his dark brown eyes makes him look scary so Rosa just hides herself behind a pillar. Soon enough the same voice that have been screaming calls out to the guard.

"Roberto!" the guard turns and head in to the room. Rosa follows suit but stands at the door and peeps.

Rosalina POV

I look at the princess through the door. she was fumming angrily.

"Who sew this dress?" she asks the guard.

"No idea your majesty" he bows slightly.

"You must find out who did and make sure you teach ...." seriously. must all royals be like this. Eulalia is a cocky airhead. I knock on the door and pushes it open. Their gaze flicks to me.

"who are you? and what do you want?" she asks trying to control her anger.

"Nice to meet you Princess Eulalia. I am Rosalina Conde Phillips granddaughter" I lie but it is somehow true anyway. After all, I was invited here by the countess herself.

"oh nice meeting you Rosa. You must be Rupert's sister" she says giving me a genuine smile. She is really gorgeous and I can't help but admire her. she has straight black hair with beautiful blue eyes. High cheekbones complimented with a small button nose. she really looks like a Princess that she is.

" yes I am and I think finding the man who sew this dress isn't the best thing to do right now" I say entering the room fully.

" what do you mean?" she asks and I smile turning to her.

"You are a princess, and I know that for occasions like this you surely do have back up clothes and in fact back up , back up dress. You should get yourself in the back up dress and get down there as fast as possible" I give her my little piece of advice.

"You're right ama. I didn't think of that. I do have a back up dress" she then turns to the guard "call me those ladies who dressed me earlier" she orders and he obeys instantly.

"so...you don't look Hispanic at all" she says to me as she settles herself down on an armchair.

"well that's because I was born in America"

"That's nice. how is the royal ball for you?" she asks.

The door opens causing an end to our little conversation. In comes her maids and the guard Roberto.

"Roberto your work here is done. You can leave" she orders him out. Roberto proceeds out of the door but stops when he gets to me. He gives me a death glare.

"what?" I ask because I really don't understand why he is giving me that look.

"Sometimes it's really good to mind your own damn business. Nobody asked you to come to the princess aid. Next time don't interfere in what has nothing to do with you" he says and I hear the faint accent in his tone. it sounds Italian. What does he mean by I shouldn't interfere.

"What do you mean?" I ask him but he steps away from me and walk out the door. I turn to see the princess busy with her dress fitting unaware of what just went down. What was Roberto insinuating. I go out the door and sees his retreating back. Running after him until we reach outside. He walks to the gate and enters a waiting black car. He discards his security pass. Wait.What! This means he isn't really a guard and since he said I was interfering in his business, it can only mean he is a spy. I gasp. oh no! a spy has been sent to spy on the royal household. I rush outside and hail a taxi. Hoping in I direct the driver to follow the black car. Don't call me crazy. in fact I am really smart. if I can uncover this spy, I will be given a massive reward.

We ride for about an hour and the sun was beginning to set as it was few minutes past 7. The black car finally stops in front of a tall building. The man who I am sure he faked the name Roberto alights and the car speeds off. Fake Roberto enters the building and disappears. I get down from the car giving the driver money telling him to keep the change. It was getting late and the city light shines around. I look up and on the building is ' The builders of Italy' oh my gosh. The builders of Italy. everyone knows them. They were this architectural and construction firm more popular around Europe but people knew them in the U.S also. Wow. My brother used to work with them before he died. I really need to enter and if possible drop an application. I will kill to work with them.

NARRATOR'S POV

The young man gets out of the car and goes into the building. He walks straight to the one room he knows the Don will be. He walks into the room to see the Don sitted on a bar stool smoking a cigar. The Don brothers on the other side playing a game of poker. They all drop what they are doing as he enters. They've been patiently waiting for his arrival.

"So how did it go" the Don is the first to talk.

"Very bad. I didn't get a chance to speak to the Princess." he says pulling of his suit jacket tossing it on a nearby chair.

"Of course you didn't. I told you to go in early but you chose to do what you wanted" the Don says in a calm tone. If it was one of the men that fucked up, a bullet would have been in their skull by now but seeing it was his right hand man and bestfriend, he makes sure his anger was in check.

"That wasn't what happened. I got the alone time I needed with her but was interrupted by a peach haired bimbo" the right hand man defends himself.

"You mean a girl interrupted you . That is a beautiful lie" one of the Don brothers says.

"he is not lying. Mistake happens" the other brother defends the right hand man.

"that is your testosterona talking. Get over your silly crush and back me up" the brother who had spoken earlier says and they both begin to argue.

"Guys cut it out" the Don tells his brothers and he turns to his bestfriend " I will go fix your mistake once again. Take care." he says and walks out the door.

As he is about stepping out the building, he feels a small soft body collides with his strong one and the lady begins to fall but he was quick to catch and hold her up in place. He stared at the peach haired damsel. Her light brown eyes with little freckles around her nose makes her look cute.

Rosalina stare at the man who had collide with her and prevented her from falling. He look like a model who had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. His grey eyes with a tint shade of gold looks as if it is staring into her soul. His full lips settled in a straight line as the light from the building reflects on his dirty blonde hair making it look like gold. He is a full definition of muscle as the white shirt on his body outline his biceps and chest perfectly. Rosalina eyes catches the display of tattoos on his body. The shirt covers most of them but those on his neck and chest where the first two buttons were undone are visible as well as those on his arms where his sleeves were rolled up. She realizes she is drooling and snap herself out of her trance standing upright as the man releases his grip on her. The man looks really tall next to her 5ft5 inches height. She notice his eyes roaming all over her body his gaze stopping for a second on her breast probably admiring her exposed cleavage. She blushes hard and coughs snapping his attention back to her face.

"Pay attention next time Bonita" he says and tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Butterflies filling her stomach at the gesture as her heart thumps loudly. He smiles at her and she catches the beautiful dimples on his cheek. How can a man be this handsome? she wonders.

" Have a safe night bello" his deep rich voice resounds in her ear as he walks away and for the first time since she could remember, she has finally find her very first crush.

The Don can't help but think back to the peach haired girl he just met at the door. She is a beauty and he was sure when he had said she would have been a grown woman and the only thing his brain process throughout the night was how Rosalina Scott soft curves pressed up against his body.