Seventeen

672 Words

Friday Stella's P.O.V I got dressed into the ball gown, ready for tonight. I sat in the chair as the makeup artist did my makeup. The hair stylist was finishing up with my hair. "You look good," Gwen said, walking back into the room. "Thanks," I smiled. "Jasper is finishing up," She told me. "Oh good." "Remember to keep close to Jasper. Don't talk to people unless you're spoken to." "Why can't I talk to people?" I asked her. "Rich people will do anything to bring other rich people down," Gwen said. "Noted." There was a knock on the door making me look over. Gwen walked over to the door and slightly opened the door. "Is Stella almost ready?" I heard Jasper ask. Gwen looked over at the stylists who nodded. I didn't realize that they were already done. "Almost. She needs to put o

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