Due to insistent public demand (CHOS!) here is AFITM part 9! I’m sorry I know some of you guys have been waiting for an update on this fic and to be honest, I’ve already finished like 3 parts so far and it’s been gathering dust in my documents for a while. I wasn’t so sure kasi if I wanted to continue this pa. I know, it sucks. It’s just that I’m dead stuck. :| 

But let’s hope things work out for me and I find it in myself to continue this…as for now, enjoy this short update from me! :) I do love this fic I really do, it’s one of the first ones I wrote so yeah, excuse the typos or the lack of emotion if ever? :(

In case you forgot about where this story left off, here is the link to the other parts so you guys can backread a bit :)

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Alright, enjoy you guys! Hopefully I can update Bright Lights, my newest fic by Sunday! :D xx 

Much love,
V♥  

I had to close my phone just to avoid his messages or his tweets and I didn’t even bother to check it when I woke up the following morning.

I woke up because my dad was shouting at me, for leaving the house.

“Why are you being such a rebel nowadays! Where did you go huh?” He shouted, barging through my room.

Guess Viola must have told him.

“I went out to get some air sheesh dad! I’ve been locked up in this house for weeks!” I shouted back, my fury from last night still bubbling.

“Well I hope you enjoyed your night out because you will never have another one of those ever again!” He slammed the door shut.

And just like that, I broke down again. I’m so sick of all these bad things that’s been happening, when will it ever be right. I kept asking myself what I did to deserve this. I spent the whole day lying in bed, feeling like a vegetable and bawling my eyes out.

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“Happy birthday, Victoria! Dear, you have to get ready for your party, now.” Mom said as she entered my room Sunday morning.

“Ugh mom isn’t it too early?” I said, covering my face with a pillow to hide my swollen eyes and shield it from the sun’s rays.

“No honey, we have to start now if we want to get you all dolled up for your 21^st birthday party” This is not a good time for me to be partying. I told myself, but due to my mom’s persistence, I eventually got up and started with the last minute preparations for this ungodly event.

 I spent the whole day getting my hair and nails done, practicing my entrance and putting on my dresses to see if they fit me perfectly.

And then the moment came, I peered out the tent set up for me backstage before my big entrance. There were hundreds of people, people I didn’t even know. I saw the British royal family though which made me even more nervous.

“Victoria,” David said coming into my tent.

I backed away from him. “What are you doing here?”

He smirked at me, “Whether you like it or not, I am your escort. Your dad wants nothing but the best for you, remember?”

“Ugh, more like he wants nothing but to punish me.” I sneered at him.

“Oh come on V, you’re still not over my mistake? You know we’re perfect for each other, right?” He said taking my hand.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” I snapped.

“You have no choice. Now come on, we have to get you out of that dress. I mean, out of this tent.” He smirked his digusting smirk.

“Pervert! I hate you!” But by the time I had said that, we were out of my tent.

 “Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter, Princess Victoria of Asturias.” My dad announced and the music played.

Me and David (although against my will) walked up the stage and I tried to be as graceful as I could. There was a throne in the middle of the stage for me and my parents to sit in and that is just what I did. I scanned the audience as my dad continued on with his speech.