"Are you ready?" Anthony banged his head on the door of the bathroom like the juvenile he is.

"Do you know how long it takes to straighten your hair?" I asked rhetorically. "No? Then shut up."

I flicked my hair again and attempted to tame my the little ringlets that have already began to kink up at the ends of my hair. I pouted and death stared my hair.

Sky?

Yes, inner demon?

The straightener is burning your hair.

I sniffed the air getting a strong whiff of the burning smell coming from my hair. "Fuck!" I swore and dropped the straightener to the ground and started fanning my hair.

The door opened at my panicked swears and Anthony looked around taking in the situation.

"What happened? Why does it smell?" He recoiled at the burning smell.

"Get out!" I tried to cover myself better since I was only in my bra and my high waist skin-shorts that went under my dress.

"Why does it smell?" He repeated the question.

"I kept the straightener in my hair too long and burnt it." I looked down at the straightener on the floor to see the plates had popped off. "And now I've broken my straightener. You know what, I'm not going."

I walked out of the bathroom and threw myself on the bed, grabbing a pillow I decided to wallow in my bad luck.

"Sky, I don't have time for your crap, I need you ready to leave in two minutes." He pressed as he grabbed my foot and pulled.

"No!" I clawed at the sheets trying to get a grip but failed. Anthony pulled me off the bed until I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. "Ow."

"Up. Now. Sky." He turned and disappeared in to the large wardrobe. He was already dressed to impressed, with his navy blue suit, white shirt and burgundy tie - all Skylar Martin approved.

I pulled myself back up into a sitting position and glanced into vanity mirror to check that I hadn't ruined my make up too much - not that there was much to ruin, after all, I only had some foundation to smooth out my bright red blush and some lips gloss that tasted way better than it looked.

I licked my lips again.

You might as well eat it out of the tube.

If it was seen as socially acceptable, I probably would.

"Here put this on." Anthony threw a dress on the bed and continued to walk back into the wardrobe.

I rolled my eyes and reached for the dress. It was a burgundy colour that would match Anthony's tie. Standing up, I took the opportunity of an Anthony-free-room to pull on the dress. It was a modest dress, longer, ending at my knees while it smoothed out my curves and rounded my collarbone.

I checked myself over in the mirror and pouted. "I'm still in a bad mood!"

"Let me explain the situation to you." He responded as he walked back into the room and threw a pair of heals on the floor and a few pieces of jewellery on the bed. "I have been trying to get this couple to invest in my companies for the last few years. They have money to burn and the name to draw a lot of attention. Over the last few months they have been open to the possibility but have held off for one reason."

"You're a lose cannon?" I repeated the words Charlene had used to describe him.

Anthony paused for a moment as he blinked at my words. "Shut up and put your shoes on." He held out his hand to help me steady myself.

I smiled at his hurt feelings and took his hand so I could step into the shoes. Wiggling my toes I got comfortable and bent down to pick up the bracelet and ring on the bed.

Anthony's hand shot out and grabbed a hold of my wrist rather tightly. Pulling my hand closer into his view he looked down at my lack of engagement ring. "Where is it?" He asked.

"I uh um ah..." I stuttered. "Funny story actually..."

"Sky!" His patience was clearly at its end. "Where is it?"

Busted!

"I think in a back of a taxi cab?" I lifted my left shoulder a little hesitantly.

He sighed deeply and threw his head back, taking a brief moment to close his eyes before he looked down at me. "Move that ring onto that finger and what ever you do don't let them look to closely at it."

I nodded in response thinking it better not to test Anthony with his anxiety clearly peeking its ugly head.

"Grab a jacket, I'm not giving you mine." He spoke as he turned and walked away.

I sucked on my bottom lip briefly as I walked over to the couch by the foot of the bed and picked up my tan coloured coat that I was wearing earlier and walked out to join Anthony.

The night was well and truly upon us as the moon and city lights lit up the city in an array of colours and bought out the nightlife. People swarmed the streets, lining up for clubs, eating out at restaurants and, for people like us, standing at the front of one of the most beautiful antique buildings in the world. Her Majesty's Theatre.

"Why Opera?" I frowned and turned around to find Anthony still looking around in the crowd.

"My parents like it and so do Mr and Mrs Guerrero so you and I must suffer silently."

"Okay." I nodded in acceptance. "And why don't we wait inside?"

"Because they are already here and I'm trying to see them."

"Maybe they are waiting inside like normal people?" I suggested, pointing out what I thought was the obvious.

Anthony turned to face me, ready to scold me when his words died on his lips. "You're right, for once now walk." He spoke after a moment of pause.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk along side Anthony as we headed into the theatre. Anthony placed his hand on my lower back as we walked through the crowd of people so that I didn't wonder off.

We walked into a small porch that was just off the side of the large theatre for VIP guests. I pulled back the curtain and walked forwards, freezing a little as I took in the two couples covered from head to toe in lavish clothes and fine jewellery.

Yep, your beanies wouldn't have cut it in these streets.

Nope they defiantly wouldn't have.

"Anthony," Sandra smiled as she turned to greet her son. Anthony kissed his mother on the cheek before he pushed me gently in her general direction.

"Oh Sky honey, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight." She smiled and pulled me into a hug. "Talk about fashion or art only what ever you do, stay away from religion and politics." She almost silently whispered in my ear before she pulled back from the hug and returned to her husband.

Anthony's father tried to not look to surprised as he turned to me and nodded in my general direction - after all, this was the first time he had met me. I smiled and nodded in response, not knowing his name or any of his interests to talk to him about.

"Sky," Anthony called, grabbing my hand and pulling me a little closer towards him. "This is Boyd and Jackie Guerrero."

Boyd Guerrero was an older man - much older than Anthony's father - with a full set of grey hair and a mustache to accompany his reseeding hairline. He was a little more weighted than I had expected but he had this air of wealth and power around him that I didn't quite expect.

Jackie Guerrero was much younger looking than her husband and seemed about the same age as Charlene. She was covered in diamonds and hugged her fur jacket closely to her figure.

"This is my fiancé Sky." Anthony introduced me further.

"Oh so this is the lucky girl." Jackie smiled as she reached out and kissed the air next to my cheek making me freeze a little uncertain and, well, scared.

Oh dear god she thinks she's French.

Do they even do that in France?

If you don't know, then how the hell am I supposed too?

You bought it up.

Skylar, honey, I am you, remember.

"Sky," Anthony whispered next to my ear. His tone was fierce. "Stop phasing out and sit down." He secretly pulled on my arm making me fall back into the chair.

I bit my lower lip in an attempt to hold onto my little yelp of surprise.

Mr and Mrs Guerrero hadn't noticed my moment of disregard as Jackie continued to tell the Renner's about how Mr Guerrero had proposed to her. Sandra Renner, however, wasn't as easily distracted, flashing me a look of slight confusion before she turned her attention forward.

I shivered a little with embarrassment as I relaxed into the comfortable chair.

"Please focus, this is important." Anthony whispered to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it just kind of happened."

"Please try Sky." He gave me a pleading look before he turned to face the stage just as the lights began to dim, signalling the start of the show.

I took a few deep breaths as the curtain opened and the singing started. I jumped as the loud sound of opera singing blasted through my eardrum making me burry my head in my neck.

My inner self threw her head into the ground like some Ostrich.

"Not a fan?" Anthony asked me as he leaned in towards me.

I turned towards him and scrunched up my face, shaking it from side to side and childishly held onto my ears, slouching in my seat.

I tried to ignore the loud sound and focus on the words in the songs so I could understand the story that was happening below. There was just one problem; I couldn't make out what the hell they were saying!

To me there was just a lot of "Ahhhhh Ohhhhhhh" and other sounds that were never meant to be sung at such a high pitch.

I couldn't tell if the couple on stage was in love and singing passionately to each other or if they were doing some sort of Viking war dance.

I'm going with the Viking War dance.

Me too.

I couldn't take it any longer; my ears needed a rest so I might have a chance of saving my already selective hearing.

I turned to look at Anthony. He held his composure and actually looked as if he were enjoying himself. "Pst." I called to him. "I need some air."

Anthony nodded his head and let me go.

I walked outside the theatre and leaned up against the wall, taking a few deep breaths and attempting to stop the echo in my ears.

I looked down at my watch to check how much time we had left. Twenty minutes down, another hour and a half to go.

At least!

Gee thank you so very much for reminding me.

You are most welcome.

I watched the cars pass by and started to count how many of each colour went by in an attempt to find the most popular colour.

Black. Black. Black. Or maybe that was blue?

It's dark.... They all look black!

Oh. Right.

I looked down at my watch again. It has only been two minutes since I last checked.

Why does time go so slow when you're bored?

Maybe because you are watching the seconds tick by on your watch?

"Sky?"

I turned around hearing my name and jumped a little when I saw Anthony smiling a little mischievously at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a little confusion. I had told him I was going out.

"Nothing. Mum told me to come and check on you. I jumped at the opportunity to get a break and stretch my legs." He stretched his arms out.

"How can you like that music?" I asked him curiously, since I most certainly couldn't.

"I don't."

I frowned. What?

Does he enter some sort of trance or a meditation?

Like Buda. Ummmmmm...

"How do you listen to it then?"

"I don't."

I frowned again. What?

"How are you not listening to it? Do you have selective hearing or something?" I pressed. Selective hearing that was more selective than mine - something I didn't think was possible.

"Like your selective attention?"

"We aren't talking about me."

Anthony chuckled deeply as he reached up and pulled the earphone out of his ear and showed me the cord that was strategically placed behind his ear and down his shirt so that it could barely been seen unless you were looking for it.

"You bloody genius." I muttered as I pulled the earphone closer to me.

I was expecting the sweet tones of classical music as I know most rich boys who grew up in the privileged lifestyle loved a good piano tone, but, I was surprised to find the sharp beats of R&B music and every swear word under the sun.

"Really?" I smiled at him in surprise.

Anthony shrugged carelessly. "It's better than a piano any day."

"Do you have a spare pair?"

"Do I look like I care enough to bring a second pair?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Fine," he sighed. "I think there is a 7 11 around the corner."

"Oh and we can get some snakes too!" I beamed.

Anthony rolled his eyes as we both started walking down the street.

"Anything else?" He asked rhetorically but I didn't care for his sarcasm.

"Well, you can't go into 7 11 and not walk out with a Slurpee." I smiled.