Tainted

Chapter 2

The scratchy feeling of the rental dress has me itching to tear it apart as it squeezes around my body , pushing my stomach in and boobs up . Not that there's much to accentuate anyway.

I stare up at the huge white building with about a million steps leading up to the entrance . Lamps hang from the pillars and shine bright like little stars . Large walls of windows allow you to see the bright orange of lights from inside, illuminating the art inside and the vast room of art critics .

How in the world do they expect people to walk up all these stairs dressed in fancy clothing ? Galleries are meant to be fun !

I huff and throw my hair behind my shoulder before starting my climb . Good thing I wore slip-ons . No one can see anyway .

My muscles begin screaming as I near the top . Some people have begun catching up to me until eventually I stand in front of the huge glass doors . The orange and pink colours of the sunset reflect off the glass causing a beautiful luminous effect.

"Ticket please ." A man in 'doorman attire ' asks in a bored tone, his crooked nose just barely beaded with sweat as he eyes my cheap dress .

I pull my ticket out of my bra and hand it to him . He takes it with a look of disgust and inspects it before motioning for me to go forward.

"If you would go straight down the main corridor Miss."he orders and greets the couple behind me .

Fine. I guess will do that but not because he told me to .

I slowly make my way inside, observing the beautiful interior of the fancy building . The walls are all pure white marble and the paintings hanging on them are worth billions . Gold accents swirl into the tiles in the floor as I follow the patterns across the hall. I'm alone as the ticking of my shoes on the floor echoes through the room until I push through large doors leading into a room crowded with people .

The white walls in the front of the room have red velvet curtains hanging on rods , draping down the wall , covering up the paintings being exhibited tonight behind it .

Of course Vincent would want a big reveal . Unnecessary if you ask me .

My gaze moves from person to person , searching for a familiar face , only finding the disgusted glares of the rich passing by.

I start growing anxious as the overwhelming feeling of not belonging consumes my mind . Everyone appears to know what they're doing, where they're going and exactly who everyone is . I cant seem to find even one person from my class here.

Do I just stand here ?

My eyes widen as I suddenly get the urge to pee .

Screw you , nerves.

I look amongst the sea of people and finally spot a few familiar faces but find that it would be very awkward if I went over to them and strike up a conversation seeing as I've never spoken to them before .

Here I thought finding them would save me . I cant even work up the nerve to walk up to them.

A lady pushes past me with her gloved hand and glares at me , feathers hanging from her hair and a fur coat wrapped around her anorexic frame.

"How did the scum get invited?" She snobbishly laughs and the man in a suit next to her shrugs.

"I'm not sure Ma'am . "He says , clearly not getting the obvious insult directed towards me in order to make me feel inferior .

I roll my eyes and ignore her taunting .

Rich women are always bitches .

The main lights dim down and bright white lights shine on a singular spot on a small stage .
The room goes silent as people wait in anticipation.