Chapter 1 - Eleanor

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"Happy 23rd Birthday!" Grace shouted. I really love her, but when i looked at the clock and it was only one minute past midnight, I could have kill her. It was officially my birthday. My name is Eleanor Durand and now I am 23 years old. At my right side sat my best Friend Grace. We knew each other since we were 3 years old. She is like my sister from another mister. We grew up in a city near Paris, but as soon as we were 21, we moved together in our own apartment in Paris. It was our childhood dream. And from our balcony you can see the Eifel tower! "I have a present for you!" Grace stood up and went out of my room. A few minutes later she came back with a little bag. As I opened it, the first thing I saw was an a envelope. I took it out and carefully opened it. In it I found two flight tickets. "Where are we flying?" I asked surprised. "Look at the back" was the only answer I got so I turned them around. "Monte-Carlo!? Are you crazy?! I couldn't believe it. It was always my dream to travel to Monaco, but it was always to expensive... "How did you pay for all of this?" "The present is from both of our family's." That explained it. Graces Family was really rich and my family was also not poor, but not as rich as Graces family. As soon as we moved out, we swore us to live independent from our parents. We both study fashion and beside that we work for a fashion designer so we can pay for our apartment and everything. So I thought we wouldn't travel to Monaco until we finished our studies. But I guess I was wrong. "We are going to fly today and stay for two weeks, so you have to pack your things because the fly is at 5:30 am. When we get there a taxi will bring us to our hotel, wich is in the middle of Monaco. Our parents only booked the best for us. And in the evening we are going to the best and most exclusive club in Monte-Carlo!"

Five hours later we entered the airplane. I was so exhausted, I slept the whole flight. When we landed Grace woke me up. Everything went smoothly and an hour later we entered our hotel. We checked in and got our keys to our hotel room. As we walked into our room it took me a few seconds to realize what I saw. We would stay at the president suite for the next two weeks! "Oh my god!" Grace said what I thought. When you walk in, the first thing you see is a big living room. In the middle stands a white couch and with pillows on it. In front of it is a huge balcony with a Hollywood swing and a desk with chairs. At the left and right from the living room, there is one door. The bedrooms. "I'll take the left one" and one second later Grace disappeared in the bedroom. I grabbed my suitcase and my bag and opened the door at the right. In the middle of the room stands a white king size bed with many white pillows on it. At the left is a white dresser with a lovely little cactus on it and on the right stands a dressing table with a mirror on top of it and a lamp on it. Next to the door, in wich I still stood, is a TV and also white wardrobes. At the left of the room was a second balcony and at the right was a huge bathroom. I laid my suitcase on the floor and started unpacking everything. Half an hour later I was done and walked into Graces room. It was exactly like mine. She was also done with unpacking so we decided to explore the hotel and then we would go t0 the club. The hotel is very beautiful and even has a pool on the rooftop.

At 7 pm we got ready and went to the club. I wore a blue, short cocktail dress, golden jewelry and golden high heels. It is my favorite outfit when we go to fancier clubs. When we got there the mood was really good so we mingled with the people right away. It was really fun and hour for hour I got more drunk. At 5 am I was looking for Grace when I stumbled over someones foot. I fell at the ground and my hand twisted when I wanted to catch myself. "Ouch!" My left hand really hurted. "Oh gosh I am so sorry! Wait I'll help you up!" A male voice said to me. He reached me his hand and and a few seconds later I stood in front of him. "He is very strong" was the only thing I thought. "Hey I am Charles, and who are you?"

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