Queen of Diamonds

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Hazily making my way back through the sleek modern steel kitchen, everyone was gathered around the living room in hushed excitement. Even the music lowered making it possible to not scream at someone for a conversation, thank God. Squishing through countless sweaty shimmering bodies, at last I found my friends.

"Hey! Where have you been?" Kara beamed exited to see me. She was actually standing on her own finally figuring out how to control those heels or the alcohol had eventually numbed her pain.

"Just around," I shrugged.

"This party is so fun," she gushed. "I get why Derek wanted to keep it all to himself now. Hey, what's on your arms?" she noticed lightly trailing her fingers over my iridescent skin.

"It's this Carat Cream that everyone is wearing," I informed her. "Here, I got some for you too," I said fishing out the dime bag from my cleavage. "Come here."

I quickly applied the cream on Kara as I did myself wiping the remaining lotion from my hands onto the tops of my boobs because why not.

"Woah," Kara said, feeling herself up shimmering her palms.

"I know, right," I agreed reading her mind.

"This stuff tingles and looks like a top coat of sparkly skin!" she commented mesmerized. "Where did you get this?"

"I saw a bunch of girls wearing it and met the girl who makes it in the bathroom," I explained. "Have you been to the bathroom yet? That place is insane!" I went on to tell her. Before she could put her googly eyed expression into words Nicki and Derek noticed I had appeared.

"There you are," Nicki said still unnecessarily yelling even though the volume had neutralized. "You should have seen me Avs, I was DJing this banger!"

"Oh, I saw," I replied laughing at the image of Nicki putting on his best Pauly D impersonation. I turned to Derek for his response to Nicki spinning tables but he was just looking down at my skin almost disapprovingly.

"What?" I mused as he silently brushed the back of his knuckles over my arm looking back up at me with his amber eyes dark. Just as I was about to question him again a startling voiced boomed around the vaulted ceiling from behind the converted black jack table. Richy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Princes and Princesses, King's and Queen's," he summoned the crowd. Pretentious, as predicted. "We are all gathered here, at the stroke of midnight, for the notorious Carter hosted, Diamond Ring!" he declared sending the house into a hooting and hollering richie frenzy. "Now, we all know how this goes," he went on to explain with Cash and Andrew two steps behind flanking his sides. "The guest with the most valuable diamond offered to the Diamond Ring will win the grand prize of all the gambled gems on the table. With the help of my trusty appraiser Andrew King," he stopped to let the masses clap as Andrew flicked an obscenely thick magnifying glass toward them, visible even to where I was standing. "King, will be the judging appraiser for you all. Now, step up to the ring!"

At the culmination of Richy's introduction, a swarm of privileged adolescences flooded the black velvety table. Dumping rock after rock, chain after chain, of raw sparkling money. Amongst them I saw Crystal "Tart" Dough removing her double strung diamond necklace tossing it into the ring, along with Daddy aka Brandaddy aka Brandon Gorg unbuckling his rock infested watch, and finally Porter yanking off his purple and gold stone necklace.

"Woah, woah, woah," Cash put an ebony hand on Porters chest just before he added his family legacy to the pile of ice. "Quartz trash isn't worth anything here."