Today is your 18th birthday, meaning you were going to have to date the prince, as told by your parents because you were the prince(ss) and it was a family thing. You don't know who this boy would be but you hoped he'd decline.

At your party, there were numerous of people, it was loud but fun. After a couple hours you bump into someone.

Ugh.. Are you the person I'm supposed to date? My gosh, you're ugly...