Trapped in Royalty

7 Getting a test of the life

As I got out of the taxi, I gasped in awe at the beauty of the castle, as its size was nothing compared to what I saw on TV.

The magnificent castle stood over tall with its frost blue domes and well-carved structure.

The hall where the birthday celebration was taking place was another thing entirely.

A chandelier like jewelry on its own hung tall and bright from the beautifully decorated ceiling that had paintings of the most memorable moments of the history of the castle, while on the walls were lamps that looked like modern lamps and below them were flags of the country.

And at the end of the hall were three empty thrones, the middle one bigger than the other two, and I guessed one would be for the king, the other for the queen and the last for the crown Prince. I wonder why the Queen isn't here yet or any of the princes? Oh right, Prince Asher is away on a self-discovery.

I wasn't used to wearing heavy earrings or any earrings at all, so the ones I'm wearing right now felt as if they would tear through my ear lobe and fall anytime. It was beautiful though, and I believe it is worth my patience. It glittered in the light as well as in the dark and had three tear-drop stones on each earring.

I watched the numerous elites that the large hall made seem small, the women dressed elegantly in long, beautifully colored flowing dresses and expensive, real and not fake like my jewellery, chatting with each other and half twirling in their dresses while holding wine glasses half filled with expensive drinks and blinking as if seductively with smiles in their faces.

The men, on the other hand, were dressed in suits and tuxedoes while some had weird colorful tags and batches pinned to them but all looked to be feeling very high of themselves. They weren't comparing and complimenting designer clothes and expensive jewelry like the women, but they were surely talking down on each other about their latest accomplishments. But all in all, their heads were held high as they watched other people they deemed inferior under their noses.

They all seemed like they had known each other for a long time, so I felt so out of place standing there.

In an attempt to feel like I belonged, I took a drink offered by a waiter. I wasn't familiar with the amber-colored liquid, but it didn't matter, so I twirled it and raised it to my nose and sniffed, and the smell was choking, making me grimace. I looked up and saw everyone taking a sip of their own drink, so I raised mine to my lips and took a sip. The burning in my throat made me grimace more as I held myself back from coughing it out.

I heard someone laugh beside me and turned to see a young man in a tux, his brown hair stylishly gelled back.

"One certainly doesn't sniff smoke nor swallow it like that," the man said, coming to stand beside me and the smell of his expensive perfume hit my nose. "You sip and let it sit in your mouth for at least three seconds before swallowing," he advised.

"It's more like a choker," I replied, and he chuckled.

"I'm Michael John, by the way," he introduced himself.

"Michael John? The son of Mark John?" I gasped and he nodded with a smile.

"Hey I know you, you are the heir to the MJ industry," I said and he quirked his eyebrows. "I mean, not that I know you on a personal level or acquaintances," I giggled. "Just read about your father in the magazines and seen him give interviews on TV. It's a pleasure to meet his son, he's so inspiring." I said, and he laughed heartily, and I internally applauded myself for having a successful conversation with someone like him.

"Yup, nice to meet you too," he smiled. "You do seem quite excited to meet me, if I'm not mistaken."

"That you are the sole heir makes you one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, you know that?" I asked him. "It's not everyday one meets good-looking men like yourself. And a bachelor at that." I said in an attempt to flirt.

"I'm currently working on getting off of that list soon, because I'm in the quest for a wife," he winked, and I giggled like a high school teenager. "I still don't know your name, or should I call you gorgeous?" he flirted back.

"The name is Jacqueline Scott."

"Nice name," he said, and I had never been proud of my mother. "My mind is a little foggy right now," his brows furrowed. "I'm sure I've heard of a certain Mr. Scott from my father, are you by any means the heiress to the Scott's Steel Plant?" he wondered with a smirk and I laughed out loud. Me? An heiress?

"I'm just a waitress in 29 Down Street." I blurted out and his smirk dropped.

"29 Down Street," he said in distaste. "Isn't that like hustling side for the lower class?" he asked and my own smile dropped.

"It has a lot of hidden potential though." I chuckled, but he didn't seem impressed.

"Excuse me miss," he cleared his throat. "I have to go meet some important people," he said, and I watched in dismay as he hurried away, stopping to talk with another girl who seemed to be just his class.

Now what did I do wrong? Was it wrong to say the truth about who I really was? But what should I have said instead? Maybe Sophia would have done this differently, but what would she have done though?

I was starting to feel bad about myself but chose not to dwell on that feeling.

I looked at the drink I had in my hand and thought this was the perfect time to take another sip of choker. I raised the drink to my lips a bit hesitant this time, but upon remembering Michael's suggestion, I sipped and let the drink sit in my mouth for three seconds, feeling the gas burn on my tongue just a bit, and when I swallowed it, I realized it wasn't that bad.

I had finished my drink and was feeling all alone like I should leave the place. Everyone was having a good time except me. I always thought this was the kind of place I've always belonged in and now that I'm here it made me realize I was just a nobody.

I looked up, watching the elites mingle with each other and was starting to feel lonely. That was until I saw her and I had never felt lucky.