Taking Her Place
1233 Words
Vogue
8:00 PM, The Glassmoor Pavilion>
Outside, the red carpet stretched in a seamless glide from the circular driveway into the towering glass building, lit from every angle.
The air was crisp, the cameras flashing like strobe lights, and the city’s elite were arriving in designer chaos,styling, wealth, and power.
Limousines, custom-built cars, security flanking the crowd barriers.
Inside the Rhiss Family Car,
The black car pulled up at the drop-off zone, and the valet moved quickly to open the rear door.
Lia stepped out behind her mother Benita, her head slightly lowered, one hand clutching her silver clutch against her waist.
Her gown was a soft blush pink silk, off-shoulder with delicate embroidered roses across the neckline, a corset waist, and flowing down to the floor with a slit that stopped just above the knee. Simple, feminine, expensive.
Her heels matched her skin tone.
Her earrings shimmered beneath her soft brown curls, which had been pinned to one side, letting the other fall freely.
She walked closely behind her parents, slightly stiff as the cameras started flashing.
• Mrs Rhiss! A picture please!
• Miss Rose, who are you wearing tonight?
Lia kept her eyes down, the sudden lights already burning into her retinas.
Then,suddenly the atmosphere shifted.
The reporters stopped shouting her father’s name, turning sharply toward the new arrival behind them.
People gasped. Microphones dropped. Camera crews sprinted.
And Lia looked over her shoulder only to see Tristan and Nickolas.
They stepped out of the grey luxury car, wearing expensive outfits,their Dark hair slicked back.
A brooding calm. Rich boy perfection.
• It's the twins
• Of the Hayes!!
• He's so handsome.
• A quick glance please! Tris! Nickolas!
But they didn't glance at the crowd. They didn’t notice Rose.
They just walked past like the noise meant nothing.
And yet somehow… they brought all of it with them.
Rose stared at them as her family followed behind, She doesn't like camera or attention at all.
Next came the elegant pull-up of a midnight-blue luxury coupe, its engine purring smooth and quiet.
Stacy stepped out in full Voture elegance black velvet blazer over an open white silk skirt, chain layered just enough to make the cameras go wild. Her curls were styled, her robot waist impossible to ignore. Giving the "Am a bad b***h", I know" Vibe.
Kendra emerged from the other side in a flowing lilac gown, low back, silver rhinestones hugging every curve. She smiled, waved, and the fans went insane.
• stacy!! Kendra!! LOOK HERE!!
• Diava REPRESENTING!!”
Almost at the same time, another car rolled in.
And then,cassie.
Stepping out in her midnight black gown,her hair curled and swept back in soft waves, a ruby necklace around her throat.
The screams? Deafening.
• Cassie!! Cass LOOK HERE!!
• OH MY GAWD!!
Inside the crowd, Stacy"s eyes trailed to Cassie with a sparkle.
"I really want her dead," she murmured to Kendra.
" seems… cool. I’d love to bye her coffin."
"So we'll open a coffin brand, and both be ambassadors for the the company brand, right?"
Stacy blushed a little, smriking
"She just… I don’t know. She’s intimidating placing her there."
As they walked in, Cassie caught Stacy’s gaze and smiled.
Stacy smiled back and gave a little wave.
And then…
Everything stopped.
The two last car rolled in. A jet-black beast of a machine. Unlabeled. Custom-made.
The reporters didn’t speak at first, They just held their breath.
And then the door opened.
Leo stepped out.
Dressed in an all-black high-collared ensemble with layered silver rings, a dark chain barely visible beneath his collarbone.
His hair was styled low, his sharp brow casting shadow across his piercing gaze.
Jawline? Ruthless.
Aura? Untouchable.
Even the wind bowed.
The crowd went insane.
• Leo! OH MY GOD!!
• HE’S NOT REAL!!
• LOOK AT HIM!!
• AHHH!!!
And then...Diava.
Stepping out in a skin-tight red satin dress with thin straps, a slit that ran dangerously high, and matching red heels that could slice hearts. Her hair was pulled into a clean, twisted bun, long earrings brushing her collarbones.
People screamed. Flash. Flash. Flash.
• WHO IS SHE?!
• SHE’S SO HOT!!
• Vouge new Hottie???
Joe stood still by the entrance, watching. He came before anyone of them would arrive, not for other reasons but for Leo.
It been a DAY
His jaw clenched.
His eyes followed Leo like they could kill him.
Leo didn’t even look in his direction.
Everyone went to their respective place
Golden chandeliers hung like galaxies above the ballroom. Walls of crystal. Floor-to-ceiling windows on one side revealing the city skyline.
Champagne flowed from a sculpted tower at the center. Soft jazz floated from a live quartet by the grand staircase.
Round tables, covered in velvet cloth and custom nameplates, wrapped around a glossy open dance floor. Each table surrounded by celebrities, CEOs, government figures, heirs.
At the front, a raised platform where the MC took the mic.
A polite round of applause followed.
"And now…"
The room exploded.
Cameras lifted. Necks craned. Even the most famous faces turned to Cassie walk in the run way. Wearing a Brown Suit and Mini skirt with a waistlime beside, walking majestically shooting out her bums.
The music had picked up. Fast, pulsing beats now filled the air, Camera snapped.
Then.....
Diava entered near the edge of the crowd , wearing the same exact dress color red.The atmosphere experienced a total flip, turning Cassie to guests in her own show.
They were totally sidelined, and the new bîtch collected all attention like pokemon without even trying.
Not a single guest is on their seats anymore. Who'd sit to witness such fatal, lethal perfection? But Leo , he's still sitting like a king one brow up.
The dress? The way she carried herself like she was birthed on the runway? The strut? The makeup? The rare waist? The attitude.
She devoured the moment, and the cameras couldn't even do justice to her dominance.
Yet, they scrambled, dazzles flashing, desperate to keep up.
"Holy motherfuckin'..." Cassie's shock melted her bones, the couture on her body suddenly feeling like rag.
"s**t," Joe muttered, his airflow blocked.
was the last to get up in the midst of the guests, his mouth wide like a drama-starved ex still auctioning for sympathy.
"What the fûck,"
• Rhiss wife?
• Diava?
The guests began whispering loudly when they got their wits back.
• Who else would flaunt Red this hotly? She owns the color.
• This is unexpected!
• Unexpected but fine as hell!
• Tell me about it!
• Look at me thinking only voluptuous people could rock this dress when Cassie is on the runway.
• But she rocked it better! I'm placing an order now! I want color red too!
• Gag!!!
• I love this s**t!
• Sick!!
Diava let the cigar remain between her lips, smokes forming worm-like twists around her as she moved towards the runway edge where the two sluts are currently standing with their mouths completely agape.
With each step, they smelled their own doom, but they didn't run.
Diava's strut stopped in front of them, and she smiled sweetly like she was gonna give them handshakes, but the sweetness of the smile collapsed as fast as it formed, and the axe on her shoulder went down.
Someone screamed...
I LOVE YOU b***h.
- Writer
