The Manor Party
Elona's POV Cris and I went to this manor. It was one of the student's homes. Apparently, his parents were out of town and they were filthy rich. Although Cris and I come from wealth ourselves with hardworking dads, his life was the same as ours, although better as he had both his parents alive. I tugged on my mini black skirt that flared out with my white top that was tucked into it. My hair was loose. I felt self-conscious, but why would I feel this way when I'm not in front of the camera? I'm a model, so I should be confident. "Stop tugging on that skirt, you look perfect," Cris muttered as she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my skirt while we walked down the street towards the entrance of the manor. I sighed, "I feel self-conscious," I said. "Stop feeling that way,
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