"The party."
The ballroom is gleaming with class. Everyone around belongs here, the polished laughter, the refined greetings, they all move with grandeur. The theme of the room, gold and white. Everyone's clothes speak of old money.
I shouldn't be here.
I have on a red, glittering gown, making sure to accentuate my big bum and tight curves. Hugs me in just the right places, Mrs Montclair insisted I wear it, said it would bring out the fire in me. I didn't argue. I don't argue with him anymore. Sinclair's been busy, flashing fake smiles and welcoming beautiful women but that didn't stop him from glancing at me a few times, I could see him from the corner of my eye. His friend Jeff, has been following him about, but not before keeping me company and repeatedly telling me how beautiful I
