Does anyone read this? oMo

This might be a little bit different from the rest of the story because it took me a while to decide to add another chapter... OwO

Ugh… a ball. In a poofy lace dress.

I just wish daddy would get me real dresses and not old crumbly dresses.

SPRAY PAINT! Yes! I can turn this pink dress into a black dress with just a quick shake and then I'd have to tap into the cap to get maximum spraying quality, then I-

"Astlene? Astlene!" Oh, there goes daddy again. I only get the corset of the dress black so now I'm black and light pink.

I walk out of the foyer and look into the huge ballroom full of dancing shrivel packets! OH, I mean, ninnies.

"Astlene, what happened to your dress?" mother is nowhere to be found and daddy just keeps his eyes locked on mine. "Never mind. I shall find Andy for you. In the meantime, please find your mother."

I run off before he can say anything else. Instead of looking for mom, I go back to the foyer to finish painting my dress.

Shtuph! Oh, excuse the language. The spray paint is gone. The thing left in its place is a regular can of paint. Well, I guess a ball's a ball. I don't want to spoil the fun by showing the prince my very black dress.

I walk back into the ballroom to find someone to chat or dance with. Oh, there's a spicy-sweet guy over there! I think he's the sun pixie prince! I. Want. Some. Of. That!

I glide my way across the floor and when I get to the spot he was in, he's made it halfway across the floor and he's dancing with someone else.

No way. I was the one he said he'd kiss one day! What a liar. I should've known he'd attack me like this. I mean, I'm princess of the stars and he's prince of the sun. The sun IS a star.

I smell… a human among us…

My blood rushes, I feel tingles; I really just want… to…

Before I freak out and lose it and lose my glamour, daddy comes strolling by and holds my shoulders. I feel my skin shiver and quake beneath his touch.

"Daddy?"

"Yes. I smell her too. She has brought another with her. They believe this is a public event." He's surveying the room and locks his eyes on a corner close to the foyer. There's a human boy in ripped jeans and he has no T-shirt and he has a Mohawk. The female has glittery brown tights with a very short jean skirt. She's only got a thin dark green wrap on for a top. I might copy her outfit one day, but they are hostile. I smell something that burns my nose. Iron. Iron jewelry, bullets, and steel knives. All over them.

So reallly, DOES anyone read this? tell me!