(Well... Let's just start this!
"Darling, comb down that mop of hair will you?" My mother, also known as the Queen of Romania, said, crinkling her nose disgustingly at me. I can tell she is trying to be pleasant, but anyone who knew her could obviously tell that she was at her wits end with me. I wouldn't blame her either, I had been a pain to my tutors all day. Myself, my father, mother, and younger sister Alice all sat it the back of a stretch limo, making our way to the Nation's Ball in the Heart of Romania. It was our turn to host the ball this year. After rolling my Eyes at my mother I pulled a small comb out of my tuxedo pocket and brushed it through my mess of wavy brown hair. I couldn't understand why all the women loved it so much. It was simply a bother for me. They really loved my pale, blue eyes though. I suppose you could say they are "unique". Alice and her blonde curls bounced up and down on her seat as we approached the Grand Hote. She was only seven, which meant that such events were still exciting for her. I was slightly disappointed that we were not having it at the castle, but apparently there were security issues, what with us almost being at war with Croatia. "Calm down Alice," my father chuckled, as the car stopped and the driver opened the door, releasing us to a mess of flash bulbs and media.
Love is Louder than the Pressure to be Perfect.