I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
OC x OC
Eventual Steve Rogers x OC
Book 1 of ?
(I'm not good at writing blurbs so... )
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Smile, shake hands, greet, talk for a few minutes about the company, then move on. That's all I've been doing all night so far. Every few seconds, a new person is coming up to me to talk to me. I don't even know them, but they know me. And if I have one more person question me about my father's sanity, I'll say or do something that will have them questioning mine.
"Pepper, I'm about to go crazy," I whispered to her through my tight smile.
"Just a few more people and you'll be done," She whispered back to me as she sipped on her champagne.
"I get that this is my family's benefit and all, but I would definitely much rather be at home with dad right now," I told her as I grabbed some champagne off of a waiters tray as he walked by.
"I understand that, but since Obie feels that your father shouldn't be out in public right now, he wanted you to be here in replacement of him," She told me as she took the champagne away from me and placed it on another tray.
I groaned as she did so and looked at her in annoyance. "At least let me drink."
"Not until your done meeting everybody," She scolded me.
I sighed and looked around me at all of the people who looked about 20-30 years older than me. Nobody seems to be even remotely close to my age. What I would give to have Alex here right now.
