A/N: OK so this is a modern day E/F thing. Of course there are some changes, but the main idea is the same.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters you are familiar with. Rosalita and Stephen are mine (runs away laughing).

Ever have one of those days where foot in mouth disease strikes you down, and potentially ruins the next year of your life. Yeah, Vidanric Renselaeus was having one of those days. His daughter was going to the prom…with Flauvic Merindar. Now the only thing that could possibly make this day worse, was the interesting fact that he would have to break the merry news.

Pulling up to the parking garage for his flat he handed the key of his gray Porsche to Stephen and walked into the kitchen. Rosalita was cooking something spicy and the children were sitting at the kitchen doing their homework. Even Alec was sitting at the table doing his school work. Usually he stayed at his carol to study.

"Elestra can I talk to you." All three heads popped up and stared at him. The only time he ever used their full names was when they were in trouble. "I know I left my towel in my room this morning it's just that I was running late, and forgot to"

"You're not in trouble, but I still want you to come with me to my office." He felt that it was a good idea to try to give her privacy, although they both knew that Oria would be listening by the door to give the rest of the family the news. Getting up from her books, and taking out her earplugs Elestra solemnly followed him into his study.

He sat down behind his desk, safely out of her arm reach and motioned for her to sit in one of his plush leather chairs. " I know that you were not planning on going to Prom, but it is imperative for this family that you attend. Not only that, but the Merindar's have expressed interest in you."

"English please."

"They insist that Flauvic escort you to Prom, and observe whether or not you are to his liking." Elestra looked at him for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. "You have got to be kidding me, what is this the dark ages?" When her father did not join in her mirth she stopped mid laugh. "No, absolutely not."

"Elestra, please-

"There is no way I am going to prom with Flauvic, we hate each other. I wasn't even going to begin with, but I refuse with every fiber of my being to go with that arrogant pretty-boy."

"This could cost me my job, and everything I have worked towards for my entire life. Would it really ruin your life to spend an evening with him?"

"Yes, if he decides to marry me it could."

"If he dislikes you as much as you say, then there can be no problem with him choosing you as a potential wife."

"Well, I am still not going. You can't make me." Vidanric raised his eyebrow at his daughter, obviously the time for bribing had come round. "If there was a price for Prom night what would it be?"

"If I was in the mood to bargain, which I am not, the price would be a professional makeover so I don't look like an orangutan standing next to the man I will NOT be going to Prom with."

"I believe that this arrangement is acceptable. Now go and tell your sister if she listens in again her iPhone will magically disappear again."

March 8, 2008 had arrived and with it the Senior Prom. For weeks Saint Stanislaus Academy had been abuzz with news of dresses and dates. On the day itself classes had been canceled and the entire upper school was at their various domiciles preparing for the night of their life. Unless of course you were Flauvic Merindar, then you were sitting in your domicile dreading a night spent in your arch-nemisis company.

Elestra Renselaeus was the other exception of this rule. She was sitting in the Dendis Salon having her hair and makeup done. To the common observer she would look like a tiny teenager getting primped for the dance. Little did they know that was the actual opposite, she was a lamb being prepared for the sacrificial ceremony. Or at least that was what she liked to think about the ordeal she was about to go through. As the hairdresser and makeup artist worked she wondered if Flauvic was undergoing the same treatment somewhere else. There was no way that his hair was naturally that shiny.

As soon as the thought popped into her head, the annoyingly honest voice that was her conscience informed her of how rude it was. Curse it! She should not even try to be nice to him, he certainly wouldn't do so for her. Which is why I am here, she thought, getting all made up so I have a chance at being the pretty one. For the rest of the day she thought about how wonderful it would be to see the looks on all her friend's faces when she came down the staircase. When the technician's were finished she smiled and called the family driver.

Flauvic looked at himself in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. He looked like the hero from a cheap romance novel conveniently found in the nearest drugstore. But then again appearances can be deceiving, as was being proved this evening when he escaped from this hellhole that was currently his life. His mother and uncle may think that taking advantage of him would be easy, but he had been taught at his private school to outsmart anyone.

Grabbing the jacket from his chair he walked out of his apartment and downstairs to the waiting limousine. The Renselaeus brat would have to be ready for a change in their prom plans.

"Ellie he's here, hurry up you're going to be late." Rosalita called from the second floor of their apartment. "Oh, sweet, you look so beautiful." Elestra was rethinking her idea. How much more stupid would she look if the make-up didn't work. Like a poser, her mind unhelpfully replied. "You know Rosalita I'm feeling a little sick, maybe I should stay home." Elestra tried to ignore the housekeeper/caretaker's questioning look. "Mr. Renselaeus come tell Ellie how pretty she looks." Elestra glared at Rosalita, traitor.

Stomping down the stairs in the new shoes she had bought a week ago she crossed her arms and walked into the living room to show her family. Oria and Alaraec looked up and smiled at their sister, while her father was just standing there with a misty look on his face. The misty look he got when he was staring at her mother. Needless to say the misty look were not being reciprocated from the fiery red head at the moment. Meliara had not taken the news well, and refused to be any part of, and I quote: "Selling her daughter to that stinking Flower!" Causing her father to come home and stare at an old battered lamp intently.

"Well aren't you going to say something embarrassing?"

"How about, why Elestra you are a girl in there," replied Alaraec. Oria laughed and started texting again. Raising her brow Elestra walked down the hallway and to the front door. With a last glare at her father she grabbed her dress coat and walked out of the apartment with Rosalita trailing behind her.

Upon reaching the limousine the door was opened for her by the driver and she sat on the edge of the seat farthest from her "date". Looking over in contempt she practically melted when Flauvic smiled at her. I say practically, because there was still a small part of her making caustic remarks in her head. So much for not looking like a moron, she added silently.

A/N: So, I hoped you liked it. There is a second part which will be posted as soon as I finish it! Review if it pleases you.