Sam POV
Rome and arrived just in time even before anything really started.
I wished I could stay longer in the car but I can't ignore the fact that there's this ball we're supposed to go to. It sucks, really. But the car would just have to wait.
This year the student council has finally decided to throw the ball at a hotel ballroom. Last year, it was just in the school gym. I know, right? Ridiculous! It wouldn't be a ball if we aren't in a ballroom, right? Get it? Okay, that was lame.
So yeah. Charles dropped us off the front of the hotel where we were immediately greeted by 'supposed-to-be' paparazzi. Complete with a spotless red carpet entrance, red ropes, flashing cameras, and of-course, who could forget those big backgound thingy with the name of the event or sponsors of the event
