The Marrying The Prince

02

Days change day, months change month, seasons change season, years change year. It was at a time when everything changed.

The cap of the champagne bottle was thrown out and everyone applauded. The servants poured champagne into the glasses of each of the invited guests.

A middle-aged man wearing a navy blue silk suit stood up, then clinked a fork into his glass. "I want to make a toast to this happy couple, Harry and Jill. As an uncle, of course I am very happy to see their marriage. I've known them since they were teenagers. They are one of the tangible proofs of true love that time cannot separate. Harry and Jill. The congress!"

Applause again whistled in that large, enclosed room. Music was played and most of the guests took to the dance floor. The couple does not want to lose. They all jiggled happily to the rhythm of the music.

Sit alone a beautiful woman at the very end of the table near the exit. The dress she wore was bold. Not only because it is pearly white, but also because the pieces show the cohesion of the body of the wearer. Mini models with low cleavage make the woman is always the target of men's glances.

However, for the size of the party atmosphere, the woman was too grim. Her beauty felt less radiant due to her flat expression. "Pour again" he asked a servant behind him.

The servant complied with the woman's request. Carefully, he poured champagne into his glass that had been empty many times.

The woman drank until it was over. "Pour again. Hush!" get him before the waiter pours champagne. "Give me the bottle."

"good. Excuse me," said the waiter after giving the half-filled bottle of champagne to the woman.

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The nausea in his stomach was unstoppable. Immediately the woman who had spent 3 bottles of champagne ran to the women's toilet. His high heels were removed and held on the way to make it easier to run.

He was lucky that the toilet was empty, visible from the opening of all the doors of the room, so he did not have to queue. He went into the closest room and spewed out the contents of his stomach in the latrine. Coughing, he tried to take a breath. The tears and the mucus of his nose were unbearable. It is certain that her make up has worn off.

After pressing the flush button, he went out into a row of sinks in front of a large, luxurious mirror. He cleaned up the vomit marks around his mouth, then washed his entire face. The color of the red lipstick outside her lips seemed to indicate she was fighting. Unconcerned by the eyeliner spout that made her look like a panda, she removed the pretty zircon-white flops from her long, ginger-colored hair. Now he looks messy.

She reached into her dress pocket and picked up the mint candy she had prepared before leaving for the party. "Good job, Jane. You look like a slut," he murmured to his own shadow as he chewed on candy, then threw it in the trash. A slanted smile was put on his face. Not a happy smile, but a bitter one. His tears will soon be shed.

Suddenly, Jane heard someone moan. He's jumped. His hair immediately rose like a cat defending itself. He turned. There couldn't be anyone else there because all the cubicle doors were open. It was impossible for someone to urinate without closing the door, he thought.

Moans back sounded. This time harder than before.

"Who's there?" ask Jane beware. He tried to stay conscious because the influence of alcohol was still in his blood. Not carrying the bag into the toilet, he saw a medium-sized flower vase in the corner of the sink and decided to use it as a weapon. Step by step, he walked towards the source of the voice. He was at the very end of the room with the door open, but inside was a man who was fast asleep.

The position of the man sitting leaning over the closed outhouse. His head was drowned. He was wearing a black unbuttoned suit and black pantofel shoes. The top three buttons of his white shirt open, revealing part of his chest. Both of his hands are slanted to the right left of the outhouse.

"Sir?" call Jane. Still holding the flower vase in his right hand, his left hand patted the man's shoulder. "Sir, are you okay?"

The man muttered something vague before finally raising his head. Both of his eyes could not see clearly.

"Sir, this is the toilet wani..."

"Wellam!rgghhh!"

The man's screams left Jane shocked to death. Reflex, he threw his gun forward, right on the left forehead of the man he had just met. The vase fell and broke into pieces on the floor.

"ouch!" The man held his forehead. Luckily the vase did not break when it hit his head. "You're crazy! Shit!" He was unceasingly cursing. What he thought was a ghost, turned out to be just a bully woman.

Jane covered her mouth with her own hands. Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it," he said.

The man got up. Unexpectedly, his body was a huge height after standing upright. "You're bothering me!" he shouted with a heavy voice. The water hardens. Eyes sharpening.

Jane took a step back. Fear ran through her from imagining what the man could do to her. "I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to wake you, but you were in the ladies' room" she said quickly.

"I purposely slept here so that no one would find me."

"Aren't you in the wrong place? The women will soon come to fix their makeup after the dance. If it wasn't me, they'd find you."

A few seconds later, the women's laughter came from outside the toilet.

"Couldn't you?" ask Jane.

"You're wrong to think I can't avoid them" said the man, then pulled Jane's hand over to walk with him into the cubicle. He locked the door and shoved Jane into the wall.

"What are you doing..."

Jane's speech is stopped by the kiss of an unknown man, just as the women are getting into the toilet. The smell of alcohol can be smelled in his nose.

The drunken man hugged Jane's body tightly which felt tiny to him, not letting her move in the slightest. He looked into Jane's eyes full of intimidation and threats.

Jane must obey the will of the man. He no longer thrashed, hoping that the man would immediately let go of his kiss.

But what happened was beyond hope. One of the women finds Jane's shoes and questions the other woman. A search for the owner of the shoe began. One by one the rooms were checked, until they found the door of the last room closed. They knocked on that door. "Someone there's? We found your shoes outside. You okay?"

"Hey, look! He's with someone" said another woman. A moment later, they laughed. "We can see your feet from under the door" he continued. "You're disgusting."

After the women left, Jane came out of the room. "Thank you for making me disgusting" he said flatly.

"They don't know it's you" the man replied as he followed Jane from behind. "You're not like an invited guest, anyway. You're like..."

Jane turned. "What's? What am I like?" challenge Jane. Make-up and furry hair, plus super mini low-breasted dress. Everything makes her look like a bitch.

Thomas would not say it. He raised his hand.

"Jane Watson!" exclaimed a woman who poked her head behind the outermost room. Apparently he didn't go out with the other dandy women. "I knew it had to be you!" His expression was very excited as if he had caught a criminal. "And who is this?" The blond woman asked enthusiastically to the only man there.

"My name is Thomas Geller. You can call me Tom," said the man introducing himself. He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Britanny Pearson. Call me Brit's. Nice to meet you, Tom," Brit shook Thomas' hand. "Why are you quiet, Jane? Look at you. Oh, sorry, I was bothering you. You guys must be having fun, right? I have to tell everyone."

"You're a lot of talk, Brit," Jane said.

"Hurry and clean your face, Jane. We have a surprise for you" Brit said excitedly. "Are you also an invited guest?" ask Thomas.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to attend this event, but since I've been found out, well, I'm going in" Thomas replied.

"Come in first, Tom. We'll catch up with you."

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Harry and Jill's wedding reception is still ongoing. Jill was throwing flowers when Tom walked into the room. He immediately looked for someone he knew who turned out to be chatting with some strangers. When Thomas came, the strangers left because they didn't want to disturb him.

"Tom, where have you been?" ask a middle-aged woman who has the same eye shape as her, big and beautiful.

"Toilet" Thomas replied briefly.

"You have a stomachache?"

"Yes" Thomas lied. To him, this event was not important. The man did not even know the bride and groom who were now taking pictures with the winner of the flower toss. But his mother asked him to accompany him on the grounds of knowing well with the mother of the bride. "Mother, why aren't we invited to the church service?" tanyanya, wanted to prove that her mother only intended to torture her. Finding his mother silent, Thomas smiled cunningly. "Usually friends are invited to the blessing event, too" he added, wanting to upset his mother.

"Sheat your clothes, Tom!" mother's orders. "What's wrong with your forehead?" his tanyanya had just noticed a bruise on his son's forehead.

Thomas did not answer. He was buttoning his shirt, and his suit was a mess.

"Hello, Lady Grace. I'm so glad you could come here" the bride's mother greeted Tom's mother.

"Natasha, congratulations," Grace hugs Jill's mother. The two look familiar like Arisan mothers who have not met for a long time.

Natasha glanced at Tom next to Grace. "You must be Prince Thomas" he said.

"Yes, this is Thomas. Tom, this is Natasha Watson, the bride's mother," Grace introduces her son to a woman her age who is already considered a friend.

Thomas shakes hands with Natasha. "Watson?" tanyakanya. He remembered the panda-faced woman he had with him in the toilet.

"What's up, son?" ask Grace.

"nothing. His name reminds me of someone I know" Thomas replied.

"Wait here. I'll look for... Uh! There she is," Natasha looked around and found someone she was looking for. "Over here!" he waved to that person.

The two women called Natasha looked hesitant before finally coming to join.

Natasha smiled, then took the hand of one of the women. "Tom, this is my daughter..."

"Jane Watson," Thomas cuts Natasha's words. The man nodded while inviting him to shake hands.

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