The Day Her Villaism Died

CHAPTER 3

Now despite me being a daughter of the mayor's (my dad) family (yes, really) there's a whole dang lot I don't know about lavish parties.

But I do know quite a bit about stealing stuff from them.

You see, when I ran away from home I tried to keep a low profile for about a year or so to perfect my villainy skills. And the first trick I taught myself was pickpocketing. I went around to the richer side of town, the Beverly Hills of Hatterson and tried to rob a thing or 2. And in case I wanted to do it again just for the thrill, I made a list of the 'pickpocketing rules' and hid it under my bed. The party is tomorrow and I plan to steal as much as possible.

Which is why I've gone down on all fours with my hand stretched under the bed.

5 minutes of cursing, banging my head, resisting the urge to just blow my bed to smithereens later, I find what I'm looking for.

I hold the piece of crumpled paper in my hand and stare at it as if I've just found the cure to all my problems. I carefully open it.

Always have a distraction or something so the person you want to rob doesn't think that you're robbing them.

Be discreet.

When stealing steal quickly and carefully

Blend in with your surroundings, wear clothes that make you look like you fit in.

I'm pondering whether I should actually follow rule 4. If I wear clothes that'll fit in with the party, which I'm assuming is a dress, then I'll look like I care about Alina too much, and I don't want that. But if I don't wear fancy clothes then I may look suspicious, especially because I think I'm the last person anyone thinks will show up at a family party.

Wait, how could I be so stupid?! Of course sitting here and deciding what to wear is a waste of time.

I should look if I have any clothes that say 'I don't want to be here but I have 'morals, kinda' in the closet. Stupid Alex.

I get up from where I'm still sitting on the floor, walk over to my closet and open it with a flourish. I forage for something, anything that isn't a hoodie, has a stain on it or just looks so downright tacky I'm not even sure why I have it in the first place.

Note to self: Get new clothes.

I forage in the Cave of Wonders some more and find a pair of dungarees, a black NYU sweatshirt and a cap. This'll have to do for now, after all, they are my Best Clothes That'll Have To Do I Suppose Because Everything Else In The Cave Of Wonders Ain't Wonderful Enough For A Rich People Party.

I mean it doesn't really matter actually. I'll just go there, pick a pocket or two (or more), tell Hayleigh (or not) that I'm going to leave. It's going to be a piece of cake.

I mean, I can't be that underdressed.

Right?

I know that this was another very short chapter but trust me, the story gets better from here!