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You slipped on your blood-red dress. Going to this gala was the last thing you wanted to do but that didn't mean you were going to dress any less than the 'Bell of the Ball'.
Snapping the straps of your dress onto your shoulders, you admired the way it hugged the curves of your body. The bright red in complete contrast with your skin complexion. Walking over to your vanity you skimmed over your jewelry, trying to find a gold necklace that best fit the look you were going for.
See, your mother had forced you to attend tonight. You usually avoided going to such functions to stay away from all the stuck-up old people and their children. Something about wrinkly old men talking about their multi-million dollar companies like they did it themselves and not from exploiting the lower class just didn't sit right with you. On top of that your, oh-so-kind mother always managed to make it into a way to find you a husband.
The fact none of them had been told no before made it hard for you to see them as an adult let alone a possible spouse. Not to mention they were not the nicest to look at if you know what I mean.
Gently laying your 24-carat necklace onto your neck you smiled into the mirror.
'It has to be illegal to look this hot all the time!'
After tying your hair up into a high bun, only leaving the first three strands down to dangle, you clipped on your gold hoop earrings and slipped on your favorite pair of red bottoms. Grabbing a small hand purse from the island in your closet you walked out of your room and into the living room. Talking into the intercome you said calmly, "James please get the...Mercedes and bring it to the front. I'm already late as it is."
Waiting a short few seconds you got a quick 'yes ma'am.' and started your way over to the elevator.
The sound of your heels hitting the marble floors echoed through the lobby.
"Good Evening Ms. L/N! Where are you off to looking so fancy?" The receptionist, Erica, questioned.
"Oh, nowhere special, my mother just requested my attendance to the big gala tonight." You said, turning to smile at her. Completely missing the shock on her face you continued to the door, already seeing your white Mercedes Benz waiting out front for you. James standing close by with the keys in hand.
"Good Evening Ms. L/N." He said, voice chipper as always.
"Hello, James." You returned, nodding slightly in his direction. He quickly walked to the driver's side and opened the door for you. "Oh wow, what a gentleman!" You giggled, watching him shake his head in amusement.
"Drive safely Miss. And if you drink too much call me so I can pick you up."
"I know, I know." You said rolling your eyes, "You say the same thing every time I go anywhere at night."
