I woke up that morning to hear both my parents fighting. AGAIN. But it's not what you think, they are fighting about what my dad should wear to the ball tonight.
Every year, ever since I turned 21 my parents being hosting balls at our lavish penthouse in New York in hopes to find me a suitable husband, it's how my mom found my dad and they fell in love.
I hope to one day find love like my parents, it's been 22 years since they got married but their love is still as strong as they first met.
Anyways, I got up from bed and hopped in to the shower. I had to begin getting ready for the ball immediately after lunch because it takes so long for my hairstylists and makeup artists to get me "dolled up" like my mom would call it.
After my shower, I changed into a vintage hot pink juicy couture track suit and went downstairs towards my fashion studio.
When I stepped in to my fashion studio I found 2 hairstylists, 2 make up artists and 1 nail artist waiting there along with my mom who was staring at her watch, commotion going all around the room.
"You're late Madi." My mom said in a disappointed tone. "Sorry mom, but I need my beauty rest. " I flipped my hair as I said that. She rolled her eyes and clapped in a rapid motion " chop chop get to work. " She said as she sat down on the couch.
My dad was the CEO of "Rhodes Hotel Group" we owned a number of luxury hotels around the world, but I wanted to build my own name so I set up "Madelyn Rhodes" its a basic name but I wanted to keep it simple. We designed custom outfits for clients as high profile as Bella hadid, Kendall Jenner, Madison Beer etc.
My older brother Isaac Rhodes is set to takeover Rhodes hotel group soon after my dad is done training him. Poor guy my dad is so hard on him, but not that he deserves it, he's kind of a dick to me most of the time. Dont get me wrong we love eachother but we just don't know how to express it in ways other than insults-
*+*+*+*+*+ After sitting through 4 hours of make up and hair it was finally done. But now I needed to head over to practice dancing AGAIN for like the tenth time because it was a ball and my mom thinks I'm a clutz. Which is not true. Not true.
The dance instructor and my mom teamed up on me and didn't let me go till I was perfect! Ugh this is so tiring.
After dance practice I changed into a dress which my mom got custom designed for me. (Not me because my brand was already famous I didn't really need the extra publicity.)
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The dress fit me like a glove and it did show a good amount of clevage but I looked hot. I work a pair of black Louboutins and the photographers clicked pictures of me.
I was nervous as fuck as it was time for me to walk down the stairs to the ballroom where everyone was awaiting me. A chugged a bottle of water before I stepped down the stairs.
"Madi, it's time honey, you look amazing princess." My dad said as me kissed me on the cheek and held his arm out for me to hold.
