One Caterer. A dash of crying bride, with a hint of Christmas. And one complete and utter fuck up to remember.
**THIS STORY IS A COLLABORATION BETWEEN AVIANA M. AND LIZZIE LIONESS**
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~EMMA MYERS~
My mouth gaped open wider than it had ever been before, and I'll be honest, my jaw had stretched on a number of occasions for different reasons.
But this wasn't one of them. The image which stood in front of me had both shocked and disturbed me, equally so.
And the screeching cry which came from someone unexpected had disgusted me, yet I couldn't look away even if I tried. As my hand flung over my mouth, I knew I had to suppress the laugh which begged to be released from my lips.
But not tonight.
A FEW HOURS EARLIER
It wasn't your average party.
Not really.
But I knew I would enjoy myself regardless because I was celebrating my best friend's birthday.
Xavier had just turned twenty-five and begged his family for a private gathering with just his friends, and for once they listened.
Well, sort of.
Despite the event being small and private, it was quite a posh one indeed, considering where it was held. Salmon mousse on bagel pastries, crab cakes with lime and chive mayo, black-tie scallops, and my least favorite, the best and finest caviar in the world.
Gag.
Of course, all of this was made possible by my mother, Cecilia; organizer extraordinaire to the rest of the world but CC to the people around her.
I had grown up in the Nine Provinces of Castitrona after my mom received a job offer too good to refuse. She and my dad apparently argued about it a little until he realized how much they offered for her services.
That changed his mind quickly, not to mention they offered him the esteemed Headmaster's position at the private school of elites. My dad might not have had any experience in that whatsoever, but he indeed was an incredible teacher with a knack for leadership. They didn't need a new one, but they were desperate for my mom. It was a win-win situation. Not to mention, the secure life it could have provided us all. There was absolutely no room for second thoughts.
