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The Cliché Romance

Chapter 3

Several hours had passed, when the Prince finally returned to the hideout. Meanwhile Ben and Swift had arrived to help out with information on Aurora. Avril felt sick. Her anxiety was sky high at the moment and she couldnt really be excited about being in this situation. Sure, she knew what was going to happen but that didnt mean she could save people much less herself. Her thoughts were cut off.

"We have a situation." Walter stated. The Prince looked at Walter waiting for him to continue."It seems we have more trouble." Page sighed as she leaned over the map."My men are missing. We've not heard one thing from them. They should have been back by now!"She said slamming her fists to the table. Ben rubbed the back of his head.

"Where are they?" Asked the Prince. Page sighed and looked at Millfields with a worried expression. "Reaver's Mansion" she replied. The Prince bit his lip thinking about what to do. Avril just sat there, afraid to interfere with the plot. Course, it didn't seem to matter, when someone was about to be shot.

"We have to go get them!" Page shouted. "We can crash the party if we hurry." Page looked at the Prince and Avril."You two are coming with me." Avril jumped and looked at Page surprised. "Wha-ME?!" Ben was pouting as he crossed his arms. "I still can't come? Not even after the three hollow men?" Page glared at Ben. "No.." She turned and handed Avril and the Prince the spar costumes. "Now all you boys get out. We have a party to dress for."

"Ah yes, I will stand guard." said Ben. Page shot him another angry glare." " He could hear the threat in her voice and quickly left the room.

Avril stood at Page's bed looking down at the garment before her. It was a very elegant dress made out of satin. It was sleeveless with a built in corset that was a deep green with pleats running down the waist, on it golden embellishments of complex patterns. The skirt was big and had pieces of the satin bunched up with rhinestones in the center of each gathering.

Avril started taking her clothes off. Her mind was set on the task ahead of her. She was going to Reaver's Mansion of all places. She felt very uncomfortable, even more so since she had her clothes off. Goosebumps began to crawl across her skin and she decided to quickly put the dress on.

"You ready?" Asked Page. Avril walked from behind the boxes that were stacked beside Page's bed. Avril blushed a bit. "Do you think you can help me with the corset?" She asked shyly. Page looked at her smiling. "Sure, turn around" Page approached Avril and helped her lace up the corset. "This dress is beautiful on you."

Avril blushed from the comment."Thank you, you look very beautiful in your dress, too." Page smiled. "Come on, let's do your make up. I have something perfect in mind for you." Page escorted Avril to a chair and went to grab some supplies. She then sat in front of Avril and began to do her makeup.

Page put a deep vibrant purple eyeshadow on Avril. She also added a thin strip of black eyeliner and some mascara. Once Page was finished, she pulled away to look at her work. "Perfect." she smiled."Now we just need the final touches." She handed Avril a dark green mask that resembled the head of a peacock. Avril put it on and felt the decorative feathers tickle the side of her face.

Avril quickly put her hair up and put on a white wig that was put up into a high bun and had a few curly strands fall over her shoulder. Page looked at her in approval and nodded. "Right. Let's get going! The Prince will meet us there."

Avril and Page stood at the entrance of Reaver's Mansion awaiting the Prince." I wish he would hurry, it getting cold." Page said. Avril shivered a bit. Growing up in the south there werent many snow days to get used to the cold. Even gentle winds made Avril cold. Her endurance was close to none.

Eventually the Prince arrived. Avril had a great sense of panic approaching her. She had no clue how to fight. The only training she had was some martial arts and shooting at the gun range with her father. Nevertheless, she needed to keep focused on what to do.

As they entered, they were greeted by Reaver's trusty butler-Barry Hatch. Avril always found Barry rather adorable, what with his little speech impediment and all.

"Wather late aren't yah?" Barry questioned. Page choked up a bit trying to not blow our cover.

"Oh, we are very sorry. We had a little accident on the way here. You know how the woods can be. Very unforgiving." Avril said calmly. Barry looked at her from top to bottom and smiled.

"Well I'm afwaid you've missed most of the pahty, but they are about to have a few more pieces of entahtainment. Follow me." Barry turned and led them up the stairs, past the dining hall, and into the hallway just before stopping in front of the infamous double doors. "I'm afwaid Mastah Weaver does not allow weapons of any kind inside the ballwoom."

"I'm afraid I need to keep mine." Page explained, carefully."I'm here to find some...'friends'."

"Oh, so you're the bwave rebels." Barry smiled."Don't you worwy, we're pwatically on the same side. Just go thwough these doors and you will go wight past the pahty." He said motioning to the doors.

"Let's go." said Avril, but Page stopped her.

"Not you, you should stay behind in case anything happens." Avril looked at Page in disbelief.

"But.."

"No 'Buts.." Just do as I say, alright. It'll just be a minute." Avril watched as Page and the Prince walked through the doors. She knew what was to come, and it would be more than a few minutes.

Avril suddenly heard Barry clear his throat. 'Great, just what I need...' she thought to herself as she looked over to see what he wanted. He just smiled at her a walked a bit closer. " I know a gweat view of where we could watch the pahty."he stated. Avril laughed nervously and smiled.

"U-Uhh...sure" she said nervously. Barry held out his arm, Avril cautiously hooking arms with him as he began to escort her to the 'party'. She watched where they went in case she had to make a run for it. They turned into one of the doors that was usually locked in the game. He took her up a flight of stair and over to these double doors and opened them revealing Reaver and his guests. She could hear the arguments already. It had begun.

A/N

Here we are with the third chapter. Thankfully there wasnt much to edit for this one. I'm hoping to get a few more out before stopping. Let me know what you guys think! :)