Colette's bright emerald eyes wandered the dance floor as she looked for the young prince.  She had expected him to be besides his father, the King, at the head of the floor.  But instead, the seat next to the old man was empty.<br/>'Which means he must be dancing somewhere..'<br/><br/>Maybe she could stand off to the side and wait for the next song to end and see if she could spot him.  But that plan seemed to fly out the window as the current song ended and a new one started to play at the orchestra stand.  Caught off guard by the sudden change, Colette attempted to make her way to the edge of the ballroom, only to be stopped by an older looking gentleman in his forties, asking to dance with her.<br/>She couldn't have felt more uncomfortable, but she needed to do it, in order to blend in.  Refusing the offer would cause a bit of suspicion.<br/><br/>So the young blond took the man's hand and was lead to the floor.  The dance seemed to be one where the dancers would switch partners on occasion.  Colette inwardly sighed, but took it as a chance to think that she might end up dancing with the prince.  It would be the most convieniant way to meet him.  The music started and everyone started to dance.  Though Colette was a bit rusty on her waltzing, she was managing.  She found herself avoiding contact with her dance partners though, as they tried to make conversation with her and compliment her face.  Her cheeks would turn red and she would try not to sneer.  What the hell did these rich pompous men think they were playing at?  It felt wrong to be complimented on her facade, this persona which she was capable of being but chose to ignore.<br/><br/>The song was nearing it's end and the girl was starting to lose her patience.  She hated being pleasant and courteous to these aristocrats....