Haruhi looked again in the mirror. Her father had bought her a wig for this special occasion. She was wearing a beautiful white dress with gold details all over. She looked like a princess. A fag princess. She scowled. Her father had put too much make up on her face. He even bought her contact lenses. He explained everything and he said that the make-up would hide her true beauty so that their cover would not be blown. The Ouran Host Club was expecting her to be a boy disguising as a girl. Haruhi sighed. She knew about the Ouran Host Club from her school. She overheard some of the girls in her class gushing about them. However, all she did see from all the members were the Hitachin twins because they are her classmates. Though she had to admit, the Hitachin twins were really handsome but totally not her type. After all, the only thing occupying her mind right now is finish high school with flying colors so that she can also gain scholarship in college.

"Are you ready, honey?" her father called out.

She grabbed her coat. "Hai."

Haruhi looked around the magnificent ballroom she was ushered in by the butler. She noticed that a few girls were already there. All girls looked like they have gowns straight from Paris while she was wearing an old gown her mother wore to her engagement party. She was not feeling bad however, acting like a socialite was the farthest thing from her mind.

At least they have good food, Haruhi thought as she saw the buffet table. She was on her way there when she saw a tall guy with glasses wearing what looked like a Prince Charles uniform. She looked around for a minute. It must be him, she decided to approach the guy.

"Excuse me, are you Ohttori Kyouya?"

Kyouya looked at her. "Yes?" Kyouya gave her a once over. "Are you the okama?" he whispered.

"Yes. I'm Fujioka Haruhi."

Kyouya was trying so hard to contain his laughter. This is better than he thought. "Let's not waste time. Follow me."

Haruhi followed Kyouya upstairs until they reached a room.

"Tamaki! Tamaki!" Kyouya knocked.

"Coming!" a man's voice inside the room said. A moment later, the door opened revealing a princely like character. An ideal prince for any Cinderella.

"May I present to you your date for tonight, this is Haruhi."

Tamaki jaw-dropped. "Mother, thank you. I know you won't let me date a guy." Tamaki was obviously ecstatic. Besides he kind of thinks the girl is pretty.

"What are you talking about? He's a guy."

Tamaki was mortified. "What? No!" Tamaki was also ashamed that he thought of this guy as pretty.

"Cease your nonsense. I already paid for her. Now you two get along." Kyouya said and immediately took an exit. Leaving the two alone.

Haruhi was pissed. This man was acting like she was some sort of disease.

Just then a girl below saw Tamaki upstairs. "Yaah! It's Tamaki senpai!" she shrieked. The girls were already acting like a pack of wolves ready to attack Tamaki. Each wanting to reach the prince first.

Tamaki panicked and grabbed Haruhi to his side. "I'm sorry girls, but this princess have already designated me for the night."

All the girls' face fell. "I'm sorry ladies. But please enjoy the night and as an apology, the twins will dance each of you tonight. " Kyouya appeared out of nowhere.

The girls were slightly appeased and resumed whatever were they doing.

"So…" Hikaru was the first to break the silence.

"Ah, let's go down first." Tamaki said.

"Haruhi-chan!" a brown haired cute elementary boy approached Haruhi.

"Ah.." she looked at Tamaki.

"This is Honey senpai. A member of our club." Tamaki explained.

"Wha..?" Haruhi was confused. This boy? Senpai? A member of the club?

"He may not look like it but he is a year ahead of me."

"Ah. Honey senpai, nice to meet you." Haruhi extended her hand.

Honey shook her hand. "Do you like cakes, Haruhi-chan?"

"Yes, I do. A little."

Just then a song played in the background.

Kyouya appeared again. "You should dance. People are getting suspicious. The girls have been eyeing you two. Tamaki! You should act more entertaining to Miss Haruhi. The girls are asking me who is she and if she had really designated you for the whole night."

"But.."

"No buts" Kyouka pushed the two of them in the dance floor.

Tamaki had no choice but to hold out his hand. "Shall we da.. dance?" He felt so awkward considering this person is a boy.

Haruhi tried to picture her father as she took his hand. This better be worth it, old man.

Throughout the dance, Haruhi kept her face downward. Suddenly, Tamaki spoke.

"You're gonna have to look at me to give them the idea that we are enjoying each other's company." Tamaki whispered.

Haruhi forced herself to look up. Their eyes met.

Tamaki could not believe this girl is really a guy. He felt soft like a girl in his arms. And his eyes. His eyes were deep like he could just look into it forever.

Tamaki shook his head. Shit! What's the matter with me?