1 The Awakening and the Bad Ending Part 1

It happens at her debutante.

Livia Katrina Valentina had just turned sixteen. She had been waiting for this day since she was a little girl. A debutante was something all girls of high society look forward to. It was the moment a young girl was considered a woman. It was her introduction into high society, no, her debut. It was her moment to shine and be the center of attention.

She had been planning out this day for months.

Livia had even graciously invited the homewrecker to her party if only to rub it into her face that the Crown Prince was her fiancé. Yes, everything had been going to plan accordingly.

This party was for her.

Livia pictured it easily.

She would walk down the grand staircase with Crown Prince Rodale on her arm as everyone admired her.

She would be wearing a beautiful dress, perfectly tailored and one of a kind by the top designer in the country that perfectly accented all of her features. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly, and her deep, rich purple hair only emphasized it. Her eyes were sharp but framed by long eyelashes only a few shades darker than her natural hair. Her makeup was light as usual, but she made sure her lips were tinted a bright cherry red today. She was no longer a child, but a woman. An innocent sweet pink wouldn't do.

She would look stunning.

No, she did look stunning. Livia practically floated into the room and everyone had stopped in stared. She soaked up the attention like a dry sponge.

No doubt it should have been the beginning of the best night of her life.

So, why did she have to watch as her fiancé escort a girl that clearly wasn't herself at her own party? Why did she have to stand by with wide eyes, and a gaping mouth as they pass her by without a glance? It was too great of an insult to ignore.

Not that she had intended to ever take the higher ground in the first place, but still.

It seems her quest is just as baffled as her, but they are quick to comment on how lovely the newly arrived couple look together and shoot snide looks her way. Even her supposed friends giggle to themselves.

But that is high society for you. Everyone is always eager for live entertainment, and what is no better thing to witness then one of their own being shamed? Who wouldn't pass up the opportunity to drag down a rival or an eyesore? Even better if it makes you look better and rises you in the eyes of others.

So, the murmurs grew, and all eyes turned to her.