The hall filled with people, a contrast of colours in the room. The School for Evil filled the left stands, the monotone colours of black and grey, highlighting the imperfections on the young villains.

On the other stands, young women sat perfectly, their pastel dresses ranging from purples to pinks to blues. And you were sat on the edge of that, in a new dress you didn't own, a tiara jammed awkwardly on your head and you didn't want to be here, but what choice did you have?

Suddenly, the show started, the princes entering, putting on a sword fight for entertainment, earning cheers of the princesses and jeers of the villains.

One man stood out the most, a brunette haired prince who seemed to lead the demonstration. His deep brown eyes scanned the room, locking onto you, and as the act came to an end, the deep red rose he threw landed directly into your hands. A girl, blonde hair, rude, and highly obnoxious, spoke up "that rose is for me. Hand it to me." Her name, Beatrix.