"I don't think this would suit me Sarah.." I explained to one of my "roommates" at the time.
"Oh sure it will y/n, you would look absolutely stunning in this".
"I really don't think red is my colour.."
"Everything is your colour girl, just trust me on this one"
"Fine, tonight isn't that special in anyways"
"Special?? Girl it's the party of the year, and you've been invited to it!!. The last time they hosted this party someone gained 300 million pound!"
"Well sure! But didn't they find out it was fake?"
"Yeahhh but you get the idea!"
"Haha, sure.."
It was roughly 5pm, and the party started at six so I put on the red dress Sarah had purchased for me. It was a slick tight fit and matched my black boots. My loosed curled hair looked very formal with the red ribbon Sarah insisted went with it. I wasn't too worried about he outfit of course , as the only reason I was going was to investigate the murders.
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The Hostess Murders
Mystery / ThrillerOh wow , how did I end up here. Upside down, tied up, on the top of Big Ben itself. Well, as a top class FBI agent, I was put on a case about these murders that kept happening at these yearly formal party's held by the richest people in the country...
