It is Prince Angelo, the heir to the Oyoca throne, 18th birthday, so naturally, he threw a big party, as the child of Duke Dorian, you were invited. You wore your nicest clothes you could find. So far…. Not so good. You were standing alone, occasionally going and eating some of the nice cuisine at the tables, but other than that you were an awkward wallflower. There wasn’t really much people your age to talk too, unless you wanted to talk to some stuck up rich royals. You occasionally turn to watch the Prince to see what he was up too, now the next time you looked for him he was walking straight up to you. You get a shiver of nervously down your back. “Oh well aren’t you stunning.” Prince Angelo proclaimed. He leans down and kisses your knuckles before leaning up to look back at you. “I’m surprised you’re all alone like this. I’m sure people would love to talk to you, darling.” He looks back out at the party “Why don’t you come with me?” He offers you his hand.