Chapter 7 – The Mixed Salad Part 2
Cagalli let her entire body lie flat effortlesslyon the bed. She closed her amber eyes and let out a big sigh. As she looked upon the ceiling of her shared bedroom (with Lacus) she can't imagine the night that awaits her in another 24 hours or less. Tomorrow will not only a nightmare but maybe the last day she'll be able to set foot on earth alive especially after she learned that Kira and Lacus will attend the same ball as her! There are so many great things that'll be happening tomorrow which only added another throb of pain in Cagalli's head.
Firstly, it's the ball which will be held on tomorrow's night. Cagalli had excluded that word out of her brain. She loathed it, she meant she hated it. Well, let's look at the bright side. It's only a ball, you dance all night and socialize with someone you never met in your whole life but practically they know you because you are famous. Duh! You are the princess or more like the future leader of the country. They should know that fact by now like it had stuck in their brains since they are born into this world. However, then about the socializing part you have to keep up the long boring conversation even though you had no idea what they're talking about. Plus you have to wear gowns! Cagalli found it completely annoying. The experience is way beyond words. Wearing a gown is more like a torture in the burning hell, let alone just wearing skirts1 (with the exception of the school uniform dress code).
About the princess thing, it might leads to another problem. It seems that no one in the school have realised that she is the daughter of the ORB's Representative. She heard that some students (e.g.: Lacus) are sort of the same as her (their parents are important people) and how it would be awkward if they met. Actually this one shouldn't bother her at all.
The worst part is that she never knew that she has to perform during that night. On the programme, it says that there'll be some musical performances but she can't believe that she is one of them. She knew that she had no better voice than Lacus but a number of people like Kisaka and her other childhood friend, Ahfmed said it's beautiful. On top of that, she, at least can play the piano.
Cagalli ran through her problems again and thought of how those things would occur just in one night. It really irritates her. She put her left hand on her head and wished that she's been hallucinating all day. There would be no phone calls she just received in the morning which her father informed her that she had to attend the ball to celebrate the ANNUAL PEACE TREATY (you know about the conflict between Cordinators and Naturals). There's no point of having the ball in Cagalli's opinion as their hate between each other haven't seem to go away yet, even only for a tiny bit. However since she had refused so many invitations, she should be at least attend a few just to be polite and act more of a ladylike.
"Um…Cagalli?" a voice echoed from beside Cagalli which scared her for a while. Lacus may be angelic, polite and everything but her calling out of nowhere, she needs to have a work on it. Plus the room is awfully dark and from the way Lacus had called Cagalli is more like a faint ghost called up someone for help.
"Lacus? It's like two in the morning!" Cagalli sat up in surprise but to her relief, it's good to know that it's Lacus not some strangers or ghost or a serial killer that's about to rip her flesh into pieces.
"Sorry. Umm…I just want to talk for a while." Lacus demanded and sat up straight. She hugged the pillow so hard like she doesn't want to let it go. It seems that something had really bothering her, a rare thing Cagalli had ever seen on Lacus.
"Are you…crying, Lacus…?" Cagalli saw the reflection of Lacus face from the glimpse of the moonlight and from the quite sobs; Cagalli could tell straight away that tears had flow down from Lacus's face. She quickly moved to Lacus's bed and tried to soothe her.
Lacus, with a croak in her voice, like something had stuck inside her throat, told Cagalli the whole story.