Chapter 8

When I got inside, the guys were singing some One Direction song and Melanie and Jane were sitting at the table. I immediately sat beside them and lowered my head conspiratorially. "Prince Joan is claiming Erica tonight. We have to bet on it. All or nothing, we're getting that money." I hissed. They looked at in each other in confusion. "What? The prince isn't claiming anyone! He's not on the roster." Jane whispered. I shook my head. "He doesn't need to be, he's a prince. Besides, he told me himself, it's a sure thing!" I retorted. "Betting pool's closed, anyway. Paolo won't allow it." Melanie hissed. "Not if we take away all our other bets, add five hundred bucks, and just bet on this one big thing." I said. They looked horrified. "Diana, we're not doing that. All our bets were carefully chosen. We're sure to win this!" Jane exclaimed. I immediately shushed her. "Guys, think of how sweet the victory will be