Surprise

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Note: The picture above is how I imagine Sierra's dress.

As I open the door I see the white van of the decorators. I let them in and they get to work. Shortly after came the caterers and before I knew it, it was 8 pm. Time to get ready for the party. I walked up the staircase and into my room where Betsy had laid this gorgeous blood-red dress on my bed. Alongside it were these amazing black heels with red bottoms to compliment the dress. "Wow" I thought to myself. "She has really outdone herself this time".

After doing my makeup, pairing the dress with some jewelry, and doing my hair, I headed down the stairs. Guests had already arrived and I heard whispers as I walked down the staircase. The room went silent in astonishment. I felt the stares of hundreds of eyes upon me and it felt natural. I had always stood out.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard claps and people started approaching me. The birthday wishes began to pour in and soon enough I saw my best friend walk through the door.

"Fashionably late as always Vanessa" I giggled.

"You know it!" she laughed. Vanessa Martin was one of my oldest friends. I never fully opened up to her, but our friendship went back to first grade. We were best friends and that's all that mattered. We could have a good time without getting too personal which is what I liked.

The party went on and I had a great time as always. I talked to friends, ate food, and even danced. My friends Taylor, Logan, Liv, Vanessa, and Maverick kept me great company and everyone else seemed to have a great time too. That was until about 2 am after the party started to reach its ends when something terrifying happened. With about 20 guests still left at the party and Jace fast asleep, a long black limo followed by 2 cars entered through the gates of the mansion. A frustrated and angry Sierra made everyone evacuate the party when she heard the warning of the cars approaching from Betsy. This could only mean one thing...

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