My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapters 15. The Gala Dinner.

"Let me see your face" said Mary, forcing Nicholas to face her. The middle-aged woman nodded.

"You don't love this handsome face of yours, Nicholas."

Although it is not swollen, bruises on the side of his lips are still visible. Marry did not think about the foster child. Twice he came home in a state of concern.

"Don't tell me you were hit again by the same girl" Marry said, handing Nicholas a plate of garlic bread.

Nicholas was a member of the Johanssen family who never wanted to follow the rules. Rarely eat with family, always avoid important meetings that must be attended with his family, dress carelessly, and certainly never keep his image like a noble family.

Marry, the butler, already understood that. His job is to comfort Mrs Portia Johanssen, so as not to be frustrated with the behavior of her youngest son.

"What the fuck, Marry?!" nicholas shouted as he spewed out the food he was chewing.

"What's wrong?" ask Marry astonishment.

"You're going to poison me, huh? It's so salty. Who made this bread, let me make a reckoning with it."

Marry chuckles. "Oh, I'm sorry, son, I told the waiter to make you a garlic bread. Because I have to take care of your mother and her friends."

Nicholas snarling. "Based on a stupid waiter!" mean it.

"You want me to make you a new one?"

"no need. I'm not hungry." Nicholas moved from his seat. Damn, when he was about to get out of the kitchen area, he passed Portia.

"God! Nicholas's? What are you doing with your face? Any more?" ask Portia not to believe it.

"It's nothing, Mother."

Portia growled in annoyance. "You did deliberately deform your face so that I can't invite you to the event later tonight? That so?"

"What's? No, Mama. Which crazy person would want to hurt themselves?"

"You. You're Nicholas. I can't believe this. Marie! Marie! Come quickly I need to talk to you!"

Nicholas hurriedly climbed the stairs to his room, then locked the door so that the mother could not enter. The young man chuckled softly. He looked at his face in front of the mirror. The gel dabbed by Dara to his face was quite potent. Although the observant eyes of his mother and also Marry can still see it.

He laid his body on his large soft bed. His body crumbled as a result of being gang-raped by young men on Lothian Road.

What Nicholas doesn't understand is why he had to harm himself for the sake of the girl. Tare. An ordinary Asian girl. Who do not know thank you. Who refused to come close to him.

He thought about the girl to sleep.

At seven o'clock in the night, Nicholas's room was pounded by someone. Nicholas who was enjoying his sleep, upset not playing.

If it wasn't Marry or any other family member who woke him up, he would have beaten that person up.

"Mrs told me to put this on your bruise." Marry shows a small box of solid objects stacked with sponges.

"What's that?" ask Nicholas in astonishment.

"A foundation (powder)."

"A what?!" Nicholas's strangled.

Mary did not answer Nicholas' question. He pushed the young man into the bathroom. "Clean yourself up, and put on some nice clothes!"

"For what?"

"This is Miss Portia's order."

"Aargha!" furious Nicholas.

Marry threw a towel at Nicholas and closed the bathroom door. The woman waited outside the room until Nicholas finished bathing and wearing clothes.

"Hey!Oi! Marry, get that thing away from me!" Nicholas brushed off Marry's hand as the woman was about to cover her bruise with a foundation.

"Who's crazy idea is this? Portia?"

"Miss Alexandra."

"I'll kick him."

With great difficulty, Marry finally finished dressing Nicholas up. The young man was ready to be delivered to his mother.

"Well, well, my boy, you look gorgeous (Well, my boy, you look so handsome)," Portia said as she watched Nicholas climb down the stairs.

"Hi, Mama, are you going to take me to a beauty contest? Thank you, I'm so happy" said Nicholas. Then he glared at the beautiful girl standing next to his mother.

Alexandra, the older sister, smiled mischievously at Nicholas. His face made a contorted expression.

"Review you!" nicholas Ancam.

The blond girl with the straight bangs stuck her tongue out at Nicholas. "Have fun, Nicholas Honey" Alexandra said with a big smile.

"Come on, Son." Portia took Nicholas out of their luxurious mansion, towards the limousine that had been waiting in front of the gate.

The driver opened the door for both of his employers. Nicholas invited his mother to enter first, then he followed.

Elsewhere, Dara and Gwen run to a five-star hotel. They did not pass through the lobby, but entered through the back door at the hotel's instructions after questioning their identity and needs.

Two days ago, Gwen got a job offer one night to be a waitress for a gala dinner attended by politicians and nobles.

He was asked to find another one, and Gwen definitely invited Dara. Of course Dara was happy. He can add pocket money because the payment is quite good. After all, he already had the experience of being a waitress.

"Hurry up in your uniforms, don't waste time!"

The butler, a white-haired middle-aged woman, exclaimed at the youngsters who tonight would be his subordinates.

Dara, who is experienced as waitress, was part of the task of carrying glasses of yellowish-white liquid collected in a tray. Of course he has to be careful. Because, one mistake alone, can be fatal as a result.

While Gwen is in charge of arranging the menu and does not have to go out to the ballroom.

"Are you sure you won't make a mistake?" ask the waiter to Dara.

"Related, Mum."

"I read your story, you were a waitress at a restaurant, weren't you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Okay, now go!"

Dara nodded. He carefully lifted a large tray of long-legged glasses. His steps were firmly out towards the ballroom, where the large room had been transformed into a similar upscale restaurant.

"Wine, Sir?"

"Wine, Mum?"

Dara deftly offered the drink she brought to the people who had already occupied their respective seats.

"Thank you," said one visitor to Dara, and the girl scolded him with a nod of her head.

Turning around the other table, his eyes widened when he saw Nicholas, who had just entered from the main door, being held by a middle-aged woman.

"Fuck me, why is he mulu, anyway!" grout Dara.

The girl tried to cover her face with her right hand so that Nicholas would not see her, while occasionally checking next to where the young man would take his seat.

After finding out where Nicholas and the woman are sitting, Dara tries to get away, choosing to offer a drink at a table away from Nicholas' table.