Amelia S. Stewart
Princess of Scotland | 23 years | Female | Engaged to; Jackson | Ballroom | Tags; Stefan, Camilla
Amelia smirked and nodded along with what the russian prince had to say to her. "Well at least you got the booze somewhere! My mom had already chucked out the one I stashed in the trunk I brought this dress in!" She sighed happily, feeling more at ease with someone less tense and who shared her same opinions on this ball "I mean, they probably have all the good stuff stashed away somewhere... We can't be the only royalty who think that balls and waltzes are some 19th century nonsense!" she added. Before she could get a reply, she felt her hand getting tugged lightly by a nervous presnce before her. She turned around to see that is was Camilla, now blurting out emotional nonsense. Amelia was quickly bummed out. She didn't want to deal with all this right in front of Stefan, seconds before their escapade. She took the princess's hand and signalled Stefan to wait just a moment as she lead her a few paces away from the bar. Amelia put her hands on Camilla's shoulders and started in a hushed voice "Camilla, I'm not upset with you. I just always forget you get like this, especially when we're around others! I'm glad you're alright after all but... please next time just..." she struggled to finish her sentence out of frustration. She just wished this girl could sit through a wink and a cheesy pick up line for once. She relaxed and dropped her hands from Camilla's shoulders. "Look, let's forget the tension for a moment. Come with me and Stefan get out of this ridiculous ballroom! You don't have to... but it would make me really happy! Plus, its not lie you've got much else to do in here." she said in a much brighter tone. She turned back towards the bar and back to Stefan, hoping Camilla would actually join them.