BPOV

I never knew why Prince Vince had invited me to his party. Maybe he had felt sorry that everyone in the Neitherworld would be going except for me. Maybe someone had bribed him to let me go and he agreed. Now, I just didn't care. The moment I laid eyes on the girl in the black and white dress, I knew I had to know who she was. She was a check of a lot different from the other girls here, that was for sure. Her black hair was luminous against her ivory skin, and her dress fit her body perfectly. My favorite style; black and white vertical stripes! I thought this girl was made for me. Even the lavender shade under her eyes was beautiful. Most men would have turned that off as haunting, but I found it unique. I didn't care that we'd never met; I had to know her name.

I dropped the cookie and began to walk towards her. The more I walked, the more nervous I became. What if she didn't like me, or she thought I was just another useless guy in the Neitherworld? As I quickly pushed my way through the crowd, the closer I was, the more entrancing she became. Just a few more steps and I'd know who she was. When I was about ten more steps away from this beautiful girl, I saw she wasn't alone.

"Hello," said Prince Vince, taking her hand.

"Would you honor me with a dance?" he asked, his eyes looking greedier then mine.

LPOV

I heard someone whisper about the Prince arriving, and I became fearful. What was I doing standing around here for? I was about to hurry away, when I noticed someone coming towards me. It was a man, who looked in his early twenties. He had pale blonde hair, and the most beautiful shade of blue-gray eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo, with a dead rose in the pocket; my favorite accessory. He was of medium height, and even under the tux he looked of medium muscle. When I found myself wondering what it would be like to be in those arms, I found myself blushing. When I looked at his face again, he was much closer. He looked as if he were about to call to me, when someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around.

"Hello," said Prince Vince, his gray-black hair reacting oddly with the decorations of the ball room. His gray-black eyes had a strange glint in them, like a greedy banker looking at a pile of hundred dollar bills. Maybe royalty had turned him this way.

"Would you honor me with a dance?" he asked, the greed never leaving his eyes. I wanted to say no, to turn back to see if the blonde-haired man was going to perhaps ask me to dance. Then I remembered how Prince Vince was kind enough to invite me, and I knew turning him down would seem rude.

"Uh, umm, sure," I said, smiling politely as he took my hand and lead me past the blonde man.