Love Is Worth A Billion Dollars!

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Arianna's pov

 The steak sizzles in the frying pan and I add more butter to it, wouldn't want it to be soggy even though I used up half of the butter in the pantry but I'm still gonna add more and more until the whole bar is finished. It smells amazing. Tessa comes to the kitchen trailing lazily in her pajamas stretching her arms and yawning from her 12-hour sleep. It's 1 p.m. now. Yeah, Sunday(s) have that effect on both of us. Stay late till the night and wake up late till the noon. I cursed underneath my breath when I woke up early this noon because as per the Sunday rules of "Who Wakes Up Early, Has to Cook" I had to Cook today.

 "It smells butter and steak here..hmmm", she says sticking her tongue out. I place the steaks on two plates along with cheese-filled mashed potatoes and gravy on top with sauteed vegetables on the side. I add some more boiling butter on top of the steaks. My stomach growls with anticipation. I take a sit on the kitchen table and allow the goodness of steak and mashed potatoes to fill myself with content. Delicious!

"Delicious", Eskara says gulping a bite of her steak.

"Did you even brush your teeth or washed your face?", I say inspecting her from head to toe.

 "Yes obviously", she takes another gulp of her steak and stuffing her mouth with vegetables.

"You're filthy! No, you didn't freshen up! You're eating food with a rotten mouth"'

"Don't say rotten! My teeth are clean as emerald and very healthy", she grins and knocks her nails against her teeth. "Ouch, that hurt! How do you know I did not freshen up?". I look at her stout figure with a creamy complexion. Her blue eyes are still not completely open. There's a drool stain near her chin and her neck-length hair is all frizzy.

"Open up your phone, look at your bed hair, drool stains, and drowsy eyes". She does what I say and when she's done looking at her phone she looks at me and grins. I just roll my eyes instead.

 "Guess I need to be more constructive with my lies next time".

"You sure do, living with an FBI agent".

 "Intern, Let me correct, and yeah that too". My phone beeps with a notification so I tap on it. There's a gala night at the Westin today at 7 in the evening. The most lavish and exquisite of all galas held this far. All the people ranging from higher pursuits of family and roots will be attending it. FINE Men with honor and billionaire backgrounds are about to be present here. I look through the list of people attending the gala and one name sticks with me. A slow smile forms over my lips and my eyes with an unknown spark. I look for the entry pass...oh only people with invitation cards can enter or the fee is £1200. Yeah, definitely not something I can afford. Being just an intern it pays me roughly enough to pay for the apartment and service charges. And although Eskara being a teacher helps it, it really doesn't pay off much. We can only live off tight savings and the party won't help it. I put my phone away somewhat very disappointed and I look at Eskara scrolling through her phone. "It costs more than the apartment rent. Jeez that's heartbreaking but we could still make up somehow?", she looks up at me with puppy eyes.

 "We actually can't. We still need to pay for the cable and the fridge repair. We're tight. Sorry., we sigh in unison.

“Look we can maybe cut out some money for this gala and go tight with our savings this year”, she tries to reason out finishing the rest of her food and walking out her dish to the dishwasher. “And maybe  I might find a boy there willing to pay for a pretty face and take her out on dates. ALL  I am saying is that there are big fishes on the gala with their pockets incapable of keeping their wealth inside so maybe I could take some load of the pocket.” she says smoothing her blonde hair with her fingers and when I keep staring at her she adds nervously, “With them willing to let me take the load”. Sometimes she sounds like a thief to me with thousands of conspiracies going inside her head and with her obsession with documentaries and murder mysteries I won’t be surprised if someday she told me that she killed somebody. She’s unpredictable.

“I have some savings maybe only 700 dollars right now but that’s it”, I offer.

“I have maybe 500 dollars on me so we can make up, but wait then we both can’t go. We still need more than 1200 to go together, guess we really have to drop the plan.” She gives a disa; proving look and crouches back on her seat as if someone deflated the air inside her. Looking at her this sad about a gala makes me feel sad too so I walk towards her wrap my arms around her from behind the chair.

“Nope I have some other works to get done, so I won’t be able to go”, I give a reassuring smile and continue, “you can go there and meet some hot chick and tell me about it at night.”

“I don’t want to go there without you though. And you’re lying it Sunday you have no work to get on Sundays, you liar.”

“I have though. I have some documentaries to go through and give updates on certain cases on the agency. So much homework and you should definitely go and probably find that chick you were talking about..Issach…Ilac…whatever that chick is and maybe he could buy you this apartment and we don’t have to pay a s**t load of money for this apartment and hear Mrs. Bomars rant every other month”. This time I deflate with frustration just thinking about the works I need to get done makes my head go crazy with migraine and Mrs. Bomars, the only name makes me want to crawl back to bed and sleep some more.

“I’ll pay you back soon, my roommate is the best”.

“Just pay my side of the rent and electricity this month, so I don’t have to see that witch Bombars”.

“Okay and that chick is not Ilac or Issach, gosh I don’t believe you cant remember that piece of fine man’s name. He’s one of a kind and he’s Isaac Kensington”.

“Whatever just be safe”, I unlatch my arms from her neck and go straight to the bedroom, crawl inside the bedsheets, and actually sleep again.