Surviving High School.

chap.41

The Hamilton Hotel

Yandisokuhle

"Bhuti I feel underdressed. Why did you let me leave the house like this." My panic begins to take over. We were driving up the long driveway and I could see all the fancy cars and people dressed fancily. He drives to the side and parks the car, allowing other cars to pass. "You are perfect Marshmellow. You are not underdressed. I know it looks subtle and quiet from the outside but the moment you enter that house, it reeks of rich.

There is nothing wrong with your outfit. You are beautiful and perfect. Now, let's go have some fun and expand our business connections." He reassures me by pulling me into a hug. I'm so thankful to have my brothers. I don't know what I'd do without them.

I nod my head, a smile sitting perfectly on my face as I prepare myself for the night. I grab my lipgloss from my bag and apply it on my lips. "Ready?" He asks me, "Yes." I nod and he starts the car again, joining the multiple cars on the driveway. We stop right infron of the stairs leading up to the house.

I can hear the classical music playing and all the people chatting about God knows what. An usher comes and opens the door for me, holding his hand out for me to grip as I step out of the car.

I take my purse into my left hand, picking my dress up from the floor as I slide my left leg out. He holds my hand steadily as I step out of the car. He greets me by bowing and I have to conceal the shock on my face. I bow back at him, giving him a smile to hide my shock. I see the flashingights of the camareas letting me know that the paparazzi is here. 

He closes the door and walks me to my brother, letting go of my hand to bow one last time before he moves onto the next car. I turn around in question when I see our car being driven off. Ntsika tugs at my hand to shift my attention to what's happening infront of me.

"May I?" I nod, knowing that he's asking if he can place his hand on my upper back right where my elbows are. We begin to ascend on the stairs. The two workers standing by the doors smile at us before opening the doors for us. It's like I'm in a whole new world.

The beauty of this house is magnificent.  Right at the entrance, there's there's massive tank that's filled with fish and spiraling around it is a staircase. The lights are a warm hue, giving a sense of calm and elegance to the environment.

There are waiters walking around with alcohol and many other delicacies on their trays. I reach my hand out to grab a glass of bubbly before Ntsika slaps my hand lightly. "Don't drink infront of these people. Don't let their smiles decieve you." I nod my head, reaching instead for a glass of lemon water.

He grabs a glass of scotch. "How come you can drink infront of me?" I question as we walk deeper into the crowd. "Because I am older than you Yandi. Now, help me find our family." We begin searching around until I spot MaZulu chatting with another woman. I tug light on Ntsika's arm, pulling him from the conversation he seems to be having with some random man.