Even the most absolute of paradises has a god-awful hell waiting to take the bliss away.
Today is the day I finally get to meet the girls I need to torture. We get to finally meet at the New Year’s Party on the roof of the hotel. It’s been a month since I found out my role in this game. Of course, will I tell anyone? No. That would mean the loss of all the money I was offered. The producers have set the dress code as formal cocktail length dresses. I chose this wonderful Marchesa dress, looks like I’m wearing roses. Defintely hides my true identity. I sit at my vanity, and pull my hair into a braided bun. I look at the clock sitting above my makeup table, and a frown appears on my face. I still have an hour until the party starts. And the producers would like me to arrive fashionably late. Well, I guess I can study the players a little bit. The producers have given me their applications, and the dress they will be wearing today. The only application I haven’t looked through was that of Annabella. I open up my copy of her file and swirk, looking at her ugly photo. I can’t believe she even has friends. She is just, ugh. Now, let’s go beneath the surface:
Name;; Annabella Sophia Loughlin
Age and Date of Birth;; Twenty-Two: December 31st, 1990.
Parents Names;; Mary and David Loughlin
Talent;; Photographic Memory.
I stop there and my mouth hangs open. Photographic memory? How can I deal with this? If she sees me doing any of my little “tasks,” then I’m out for sure. This just changed the game. This just screwed up my fucking job. Why am I even doing this? I don’t need the money. I don’t need the fame. Why? Maybe I should just quit. They could find another Perpetrator. I know several girls who could fit that role. And as I look up at the clock, I see it’s nine o’clock. Time to get headed for the party. Fuck. I get all fixed up, grab my Chanel clutch, and make my way to the elevators. Time to get this game started. Time to complete my first task.
Find out one of the girl’s secrets.
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The Russian Roulette { ON HOLD }
Novela JuvenilImagine one year, trapped in a house with one goal; find the Perpetrator. That is the goal in the minds of 31 socialite girls. The other one is the Perpetrator; the one person who has a different goal. Her goal, find out your deepest darkest secrets...
