Fall Girl

Margot

The night sky never fails to mesmerize me. My eyes are bewitched by the sight. At times, I wonder why I find stargazing so captivating, yet I never seem to reach any conclusion. I could unwind in my hammock and stargaze for hours. The music interrupts my deep thoughts. Goldie, my golden retriever, is all curled up on me. I am holding my favorite merlot in one hand and twirling an orange lock in the other. The weather is pleasant and breezy, but on the terrace of the 115th floor, it feels like a strong gust of wind. The sound of the song "DJ Got Us Falling in Love" by Usher coming from my penthouse reminds me that I am hosting my promotion party at my place.

I live alone, and Mrs. Ryan takes care of my home, which means Goldie and I are not comfortable having many people around. Goldie is only friendly with my elder brother Blake and Mrs. Ryan. The first good thing that happened to me after my father's passing was a gift from a family friend on my 15th birthday, named Goldie. My dog seems to be showing his disapproval of the party and his wish for some alone time by lying down and pretending to sleep.

Someone called my name. "Mar."

I turned to see, and it was none other than Kev Moller, the editor-in-chief of my company's sports magazine, the sole heir to Dane Moller, the titan of business and my late father's best friend, standing before me. Dressed in blue pants and a black hoodie, with athletic shoes to match. The last person I wanted to encounter on this beautiful evening. Despite my strong dislike for him, I couldn't deny the obvious truth: Kev is incredibly good-looking. Only his mere presence was enough to attract everybody, like a magnet attracting metal. He oozed charisma by being the tall guy with sun-streaked hair and deep hazel eyes. A rage passes through me as I have to face the one person, I dislike the most

I cleared my throat. "I am Margot Parker, and Mar is reserved only for my friends and family," I fake smiled.

"I used to be your friend," he remarked venomously, arching an eyebrow.

"The greatest regret of my life," I told Kev.

"Ciao," said my best friend, Aurora.

During this gripping moment of animosity, I failed to notice her arrival.

I muttered, Jeez, no.

I fear Aurora must be drooling after her eyes falls on Kev Moller, so without wasting another second, I swiftly excused myself and Aurora from Kev's company. I grabbed her hand and walked away.

Aurora asked me sadly. "Why didn't you introduce me to Kev as your best friend? Why am I being treated so badly?"

I sighed and tried to justify myself. "A) Why bother if you already know him? B) I was looking for a chance to excuse him, and your arrival gave me that."

Aurora asked, "What is this?" while gesturing all around.

"It's a party," I responded, slightly perplexed.

"However, this party lacks oomph," she expressed concern.

I rolled my eyes and responded, "Ok, let me clarify, Aurora Lorenzo: this is my promotion party at my place, not a girl's night out at Galaxy."

I handed her a glass of whisky.

I said, "I hope the food from Tappa Italiana will give this party an oomph," referring to Aurora's Italian restaurant's food, which catered for the night.

We raise our glasses and clink them.

Aurora sipped and asked. "Who wears shorts and a crop top when hosting a party?"

"ME," I shot up my shoulders.

"You were supposed to wear a dress with heels, not these hideous sneakers," Aurora said.