As Edison lighthouse once sung “love grows where my Rosemary goes".. Well in this case our stubborn Rosemary didn't believe in such a foolish thing called love. That is until she met Xander. Xander was a god. At least to Rosemary. The way his dark curls waved like a sublime ocean and the way his eyes sparkled from across the room.. he was like a great ending to a magic trick. And oh how his baby blues could shine right through a person.. Starstruck. She was starstruck from that very first moment she saw him.
It was the night of Queen Victoria's Rose Ball and as all the royals dazzled and danced, Rosemary stood in a corner afraid to introduce herself to anyone. Her mother warned her before the ball not to act like such a maverick. These people were to be impressed, as her mother told her countless times when she'd practically obsessed over them. Thanks to her mother, Rosemary had to attend the ball tonight. Her mother couldn't make it so she wanted at least one conversative from their family to attend to make a good first impression. They'd just moved here and this was the first royal ball Rosemary had ever been to. The only reason they were even invited to this ridiculous ball was because her mother's new boyfriend was best friends with a prince. So stupid. What's the point of this lame thing anyway?
Royalty and riches filled the ballroom. Princesses with their prince’s, queens with their kings, and then there was just Rosemary.
Plain old Rosemary.No fancy...