"You're in." Sebastian said.

I gave him a confused look, "What?"

"You're in. If Sir Evander invited you to his Ball with a personal message and shoes and requesting you to wear the dress he got you, you're in."

"Maybe he was just being kind..."

Sebastian began laughing, "Evander? Being kind? This is the man that is named 'The Ruthless One'. This is the man who slaughtered a whole village that was associated with the Others." The Others were what us Gifteds called the rebels. They were rogue Gifteds that refused to bow to our Gods.

"I bet that's a rumor." I said with a huff.

"This is the man that didn't even hesitate to kill the orphan spy." I stayed silent. I had heard this story. But now as I met Evander, I began to doubt it.

"Well...I don't want to go."

Sebastian dropped his donut, "WHAT? You don't want to go!"

"Yeah, I mean...I'll return the dress and give back the shoes. I'll use the money for dry-cleaning and give the change back to him."

"That's not possible, Isabel." he sat down next to me, "Let me explain this to you. You get an invitation, you go to the place on the invitation."

"Can't I say no?"

"No."

"So I can?" I said with a grin. "Let me clarify, dear Isabel. No, as in you cannot say no."

I grunted. "Why?"

"One, it would cause your reputation to plunge even further. Two, it would be utterly disrespectful. Three, if Lord Evander is interested in you, he won't let you go like that."

I glared at my best friend, "What do you mean?"

"He'll make people come and get you, so in the end, you'll have no choice in the matter and end up going."

I sighed, "Fine. Ok, I'll go."

A light brightened in Sebastian's eyes, "Great. I'll go buy my tuxedo."

I nodded, "Have fun. My date has to look as nice as me!" I said with a wink. Sebastian chuckled,

"Cocky much?"

I shook my head, "Confident, silly. There's a difference." Sebastian snorted before shutting the door.

I sighed and layed my head on the back of the couch. I'm in, eh? What exactly does it mean to be in with the Gods? More specifically, Evander. I sighed and slowly climbed up the stairs. I checked the clock; 5:30, on the dot. I stripped off my clothes climbed into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, I was staring at myself in the mirror, trying to decipher what hair style would go best with my dress for tonight. I ran a brush down my long brown hair. I finally decided on curling it. After I had loose ringlets traveling down my back and shoulders, I put my make-up on. I was going for a more natural look so I applied a light brown over my eyelids then a dark brown at the corner of my eyes.

I walked into my room and got the thousand dollar dress off the top of my closet, for the first time today. I unfolded it and layed it across my bed, getting a better look at it. It was silk, and not the cheap velvet either, it was as soft and smooth as water. It was a beautiful dark green-emerald color blended with a sky green as it traveled down. A slit was cut up the leg, which would probably reach my upper thigh. The dress had a classy, one shoulder strap that had golden beads lacing both sides. The dress would swoop down my back and reveal my whole back, from top to tail bone.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the soft material then pulled it up. The dress was a perfect size. It fit more snuggly then any other dresses I had worn. I slipped my feet into the dark green heels and tightened the strap. Glancing at the digital clock on my bed stand, it read '6:30' in glowing red letters. Perfect.

When I was in middle school and all the girls started wearing deodorant, I realized I didn't need to...since I didn't sweat. It was quite baffling actually. I realized I had no need for it when our Physical Education teacher made all the girls run two miles. While all the girls smelt like rotten onions, I was the one smelling like roses and oranges.

My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at it and read Sebastian's message telling me he was outside. I grabbed my small gold hand bag and slipped my phone in there, along with mint-gum. I walked down the stairs, carefully. Sebastian was standing outside my door as soon as I opened it. His jaw fell slack and his eyes widened.

I smiled, "What?"

"Y-You look very beautiful."

I felt a blush creep on to my face, "Thank you." I eyed him up and down. Sebastian was wearing a black tuxedo with a black slacks. He had on a blood red bow-tie instead of a tie. Sebastian took my hand and led me towards his car.

Within 15 minutes, we were standing in front of what seemed a broken down house. The windows appeared boarded up and there was no front door. Then I saw that faint shimmer and a blue haze filled my vision before I was able to see everyone. This wasn't just an old house, it was an old castle. It looked perfectly kept and ancient. I stood awestruck at the wrought iron gates, unable to look away.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" an unfamiliar voice asked. I looked to my side and saw the second most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes upon. First being Evander. I looked to my right, in hopes of seeing Sebastian. But he was already off mingling with his friends. Something I seemed to lack at these sort of things. Looking back to this other man, I noticed that he radiated an energy that resembled the main Gods. This man had beautiful blond hair with big brown eyes. He was nearly a foot taller then me, sporting black jeans, white shirt and a vest.

"I'm Dean." he said, his voice booming though he didn't speak that loudly. Dean bowed and looked up at me, under his lashes. My heart pounded against my chest as I curtsied, "And your name?"

As I gazed at him, I realized that I was aching for him. I pictured myself running my hands threw his hair, kissing his full lips, feeling his hands on my body... I gulped, Isabel! What are you thinking?

"Miss?" Dean asked, a smile growing on his lips. That smile almost sent me to my knee's.

"I-I-"

"Darak." a cold voice said. Dean straightened and turned towards Evander. Suddenly, all lustful feelings vanished, "Stop at once." I turned to look at Evander. He was standing tall, his broad shoulders intimidated me, yet again. His blond hair was messy to perfection. He was wearing a gray button-up under a black vest. His black slacks hung from his slim hips.

'Dean' smirked, "I was merely playing around. She's quite the toy."

Evander chuckled, "Darak, you must control yourself. And do not feed from this girl again." Feed? Suddenly, it clicked. This was the God Darak. He who fed from the 7 deadly sins. That's what those feelings were. Evander took my hand gently in his large one and slightly bowed.

"An honor, Miss Ashworth." his voice rolled over me like waves. He stood and opened his arm. "You look very beautiful. Truly breath-taking."

I blushed, "Thank you for that generous compliment, now if you don't mind. I shall be leaving to find my date." I said with a polite curtsy and stalked away. But, I was stopped, once again, by that powerful British voice. I turned around to see him standing on the stage with a glass of wine in his hand.

"Thank you all for coming to Grand Ball. I deeply appreciate it from my followers. But, the main reason I have called you all here today is to announce some very pleasant news." Evander looked me straight in the eye, "I have chosen a bride."

The crowd erupted to a series of gasps and voices, "Who, Sire Evander?" A woman asked, sounding heartbroken.

"Ms. Isabel Ashworth, will you please step on to the stage?"

AN,

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