The next morning Molly woke up feeling refreshed. Another day went by, yet with each day that passed she realized it was getting closer to her time to go home. She didn't want to think about that just yet, it was still a long ways away.

She gazed over at the oak dresser no doubt full of dresses. "Here goes nothing." She said. "You're doing this for the Prince remember...it's only one day okay." Her pep talking seemed to work because she suddenly looked forward to trying to search for the right dress.

A Knock on the door delayed her for a moment, she opened it to see a maid standing there. "We've brought you dresses for the gala tonight miss." Molly thought it was just one, but 6 maids came in with rolling racks full of dresses. "Let us know if you need anything else." And with that they all disappeared leaving Molly standing there in awe. "Lets just get this over with."

One by one Molly picked up each dress surveying them carefully. "Nah." She said placing it on her bed. Soon her bed became a huge mountain of unwanted clothes with one rack gone and two possibilities, she went to the next, but nothing grabbed her interest. The third left her with 6 interesting ones. Racks four and five had ugly written on each dress, It was the last one where she forgot about her previous picks and found the one she actually wanted to wear. It was a silver colored dress with a purple v neck collar with a yellow cloth for the lower part to not show too much cleavage. The dress went all the way down to the ankle but still held a voluptuous appeal with a slit for a leg to show. What Molly really loved was the purple flamework on the sleeves and bottom part of the dress. As she held it the dress sort of sparkled with each turn. Attached were two brown earrings of the Nourasian symbol.

"Now for the hard part." She said holding up a pair of yellow heels. "This will take a bit of getting used to." So for the rest of the time spent Molly stumbled along, tripping every second, with time though her strides got better and eventually she managed to finally walk without fumbling. Another knock on the door signalled the maids arrival. "Yeah...sorry about the mess. I could help if you wanted."

"No dear, this is actually a piece of cake compared to what I normally deal with." An older maid said grinning. "You should be downstairs it's almost time."

Molly gazed at the clock not daring to believe that she had gone through all that time looking at dresses, but it was true, she had about ten minute window before the party would start. She had no doubt the Prince was already there.

When she arrived it was to see that the room was already buzzing with many nourasian females, as she entered heads turned towards her and the room quieted down very fast.

"Lady Molly of Earth." said a squire by the door apparently there to announce the presence of any who entered.

Many voices she heard were quiet, but there were several that were loud enough for her to hear.

"Hey isn't that?"

"It's the winner of Oban."

"Isn't that the girl who raced against the Prince on Oban?" Molly heard someone say loudly. She smiled, but decided against talking about it, so she wouldn't appear as if she was bragging, she just continued to walk around listening to all the people giving her praise.

"Ugh her?" One obnoxious sounding girl said causing Mollys smile to falter. "I can't believe the Prince would invite her here." Molly found the voice it belonged to a long with a few others giving her mean and disgusted looks.

"Oh don't mind them." A female voice said over by one of the windows overlooking a large garden. "They're just jealous." Molly heard the girl from before scoff loudly but paid her no attention anymore.

"Jealous? Of what, my dress?"

"They're mad because you've spent more time with the Prince then they ever will."

"Yeah well then they should realize the Prince isn't going to tolerate someone with an overinflated ego." She said with her arms crossed. She then realized she was talking to someone of royalty. "I'm sorry that was rude."

"No, they were rude. By the way my name is Sahira, and you must be-"

"Molly." She heard the Prince's voice beside her. " Pardon the interruption."

"My Prince…" Sahira said bowing, he bowed back.

"I've come to make sure you are not challenging any of my people into racing against you. Your appearance is causing quite a bit of a disruption."

"You should tell them to remove the stick from their behinds and get a grip." Sahira starred in complete shock, she glanced at the Prince who had just started laughing. Molly waited until Aikka had finished and continued "I'm not leaving."

"Please don't, or everyone will remember why they are here. Your presence may disturb others but it has taken a tremendous weight off of me...thank you." He held his fist up

"No problem." She did the same with a wink. And just like that he disappeared into the crowd. Leaving Molly again with Sahira who was still staring at her.

"I can't believe you said that." Sahira laughed a bit later. "To the Prince!"

"I don't kiss up to anyone, with me what you see is what you get. If someone doesn't like it there's nothing I can do about it." She thought about it for a second. "I can remember the first time we met...i didn't know he was a prince." Molly started giggling. "He wanted to know why I was running around unsupervised."

"What'd you tell him?"

"I could handle myself like a big girl, and then I asked him the same question, which is when his fencing master interrupted and I found out who he was." She sighed. "Those were fun times."

"You know. I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

"It would be nice to have someone besides Aikka to hang out with."

"Sadly after this I don't think the two of you will be able to spend that much time together."

"He has a whole kingdom to oversee and a fiance to find. Somehow I think friendship will be the last thing on his to do list."

"Lady Sahira." Canaan said coming up to them. "The Prince requests an audience with you."

"I'll see you later then." Molly said.

"It was nice to meet you."

"You too."