"Are you mental? I can't fit into this event category anymore… why are you still insisting?" I protested to Amelia Rufus, my best friend as well as a royal noble, her uncle had the title of Lord while her father held the title of Duke. We are in a stately building in downtown London, with many of the sections festively decorated.
"You are very qualified… don't be humble… you are beautiful and elegant, even those spoiled noble children, will shrink when compared to you." She replied still polishing my face with the second kind of compact powder. Amelia and I are in the back room of a large hall that would host today's event. A fundraiser for cancer survivors, she asked me to be one of today's fundraisers. She is a bit mental, mind you. Being rich made her have this kind of hallucinations of saying I was a perfect candidate.
If it's a normal fundraising event, of course, I won't mind. But today's event is a dating auction for the nobility. Men will pay a certain amount of money to pay for a date with the women on the podium. Very barbaric in my opinion, but that's how the nobles spend their money... ridiculously, they reason this as a fundraiser for the needy. On humanitarian grounds... but in an unethical way.
"I am a commoner, poor… and I am a widow! Are you crazy? Maybe I will be thrown by an egg when I got to the podium there! Don't be silly… Please…" I tried to ward off Ammy's hand, which is about to brush a peach-colored blush on my cheek. I stared at my face in the mirror, just like the masked figure in the horror Scream movie, pale white with too much eyeliner in my eyes. Actually does she wants to make me beautiful or casts me as a devil?
"You're a widow but still charming, I just often feel inferior when I stand next to you…. Please, Di… I beg of you… my kind, generous and understanding friend… Diandra Roberts, you are my savior, as well as the savior of cancer survivors who need medical treatment… please, just today… you obey me. It will only take two hours maximum, plus the date... just once, and less than an hour, just dinner alone... that's all... and you can save a lot of lives with it... come on my dear friends! You will be a hero!" Seduced Ammy with a pitiful face. Sheesh... It's her political strategy.
"You're like a literature student who has been possessed by Shakespeare... very poetic and annoying, I feel like I just want to slash you with holy water, so that the spirit that possessed you, can disappear... be destroyed and you'll return to normal." I replied annoyed.
Ammy smiled widely, she knew she had won.
I'm getting sour just looking at my face in the mirror. What else does she want my face to be like?!
She again polished me and sprayed perfume blindly. From the top of my hair to my toes, she sprayed with perfume, I glanced at her in annoyance. If eyes could kill, I would have sent Ammy two meters underground.
"If it's to save lives as you say… why don't you participate in this auction? Huh?"
"Ah… you know Moreno, he must be the one who's going to lift the board and spend millions on that date… you know he's Viking jealous, barbaric, sadistic and…. Sexy? Hehehehe…" She giggled at the end of her words. Indeed her boyfriend is very sexy, if I'm being honest... indeed his figure reminds me of the myth of highlanders who have extraordinary powers and time-travelers, with red waistbands and open chests. Dayummm… very tempting. Luckily Moreno is already owned by Ammy… otherwise… he could be the source of my fantasies every night.
"So you're not coming?"
Ammy shook her head, "he already donated ten million dollars for this event, so I don't go." She answers with a grin.
I sighed resignedly, hopefully, someone will donate the money for the auction…as I stood up. If suddenly when I got no-bid, no one made an offer. Agh… how embarrassing I will be. I'm already famous for my widowhood, my poverty, and some even say that I'm a loner... a pathetic wallflower.
It's my time to appear. Since then Ammy held my hand tightly. Has she turned me into a beautiful woman? Maybe? I can't even look at myself in the mirror, because I'm scared. But I know, she put a little tiara on my shoulder-length blonde hair. She couldn't have pulled my short hair up like the other contestants to look like a Disney princess. Some participants wore large and puffy Cinderella dresses, and Pocahontas clothes but still looked luxurious, because...since when did Pocahontas wear ruby and emerald jewelry on her arms and neck? I think she chose Pocahontas to show her flat and sexy belly. Huf... I'm starting to sound like an envious woman. But it's true!
I'm wearing a flaming yellow dress that's quite big, my blonde hair and the shining crown above my head make me look like… hmm… walking sunflowers? Yup... I'm too yellow and too flashy. Oh my God... I hope no one throws an egg on my head later. Otherwise… my too-yellow appearance will be even more perfect. Yeeee yellow!
"Furthermore, an extraordinarily intelligent woman… she often engages in social action with Lady Amelia Rufus, a dedicated children's teacher, and nature lover. She has climbed so many mountains… and she is nowhere to appear… donating the proceeds of this dating auction to the Foundation, helping cancer survivors in need. We welcome… Miss Diandra Roberts…."
Said the presenter with exaggeration. Since when did I climb mountains? The highest spot I was tracking, was when I was at Ammy's villa at the top of the hill, we hiked up to the top of the hill… only twelve minutes and already at the top… is that what climbing a mountain means?
Ammy pushed me to walk, I tried to smile and appear acceptable. I pray that this all ends soon. Dear Lord...please have mercy on me!
I stood in front of the podium which is lit with blinding spotlights, there isn't as much applause from the audience as the other participants. Yes… I know myself well enough… who am I? I am a yellow princess with a borrowed tiara.
There is only one scream from the audience. A man shouts heavy and loud, I also look at the man who bids me in a loud voice. Even though the presenter hasn't given any further explanation about my biodata... like the other participants. After that deep voice which turned out to be from a big tall man with a grim serious face… there is no more sound in the hall. The hall is transformed into a ballroom. Quiet ballroom.
This room had a capacity of over five hundred people and is often used as a venue for the nobles' dance parties. Many luxurious decorations and noble knick-knacks are attached.
"One hundred thousand dollars!"
I know the man, he is one of the most feared men in this town, he is known for his ruthlessness. No... not because he is sadistic and murderous, but he is notorious for being cruel to women. He fucked her once then dumped her the next... not even waiting for morning. The most despicable man in the universe, in the past… he would have had the title of Rake, thug, or something… but in this day and age, because he has noble blood…and extraordinary wealth, he still has an honorable title. But many people said he is the biggest mafia in town.