Two Billionare "Mom's"

'Charisma'

9:28am Wenesday, June 15th, 2013

My eyes lit up at the mention of a party, my competitive nature immediately coming to the forefront. "Oh, hell yeah. A party? Count me in." Ash, on the other hand, seemed less enthusiastic about the idea, groaning in protest. "Ugh, do we have to? Parties are so exhausting."

"Believe me I want to stay home. But its kind of required. Meaning that my dad is the one hosting it." I smirked, seeing the reluctant look on both Rae and Ash's faces. "Oh come on, it's going to be fun. A party hosted by your dad? That means it'll be extra high-class. There'll be yummy food and alcohol, fancy dresses and suits, and probably a ton of stuck-up rich people to make fun of." Ash rolled her eyes at my enthusiasm.

"Yeah, but it also means having to mingle with a bunch of entitled assholes and fake rich people pretending to be sophisticated. I'd much rather stay home and watch a movie."

"Not to mention how long they last." I shrugged nonchalantly, already imagining the fun I would have at the party. "Oh, come on. Those long parties are just an excuse to have multiple people to make fun of, drink expensive alcohol, and maybe even cause a little bit of mischief-"

"Dear god. Im gonna change before I start arguing." I chuckled as Rae walked away to change her clothes. Ash shot me a disapproving look, clearly not amused by my enthusiasm for the party. "You're insufferable, you know that, right?" I put on an innocent expression, feigning hurt.

"Me? Insufferable? I'm just excited to have some fun at a fancy party! It's not my fault you two are such party poopers." Ash rolled her eyes at my response, clearly not buying my innocent act. But even she couldn't hide a small smile at my enthusiasm.

"Yeah, yeah. It's easy for you to say when you're not the one who has to socialize with all the pretentious rich people." I shrugged, a sly smile playing at my lips.

"Oh please, socializing with those people is what I'm best at. I can charm anybody, even the richest and most pompous ones. It's all about playing the game, darling." Ash's eyes widened at my statement, clearly surprised by my certainty. I could see a hint of intrigue on her face, mixed with a tinge of respect.

"Alright, miss social butterfly. Let's see you try to charm the socks off all those rich snobs at the party tonight." I smirked, loving the challenge in her voice. "Oh trust me, I will. Those snobby fools won't know what hit them. I'll have them eating out of the palm of my hand within minutes." Ash chuckled, clearly amused by my confidence.

"Yeah, right. As if a bunch of old, rich geezers and stuffy socialites are going to be swooning over you. Good luck with that, princess." I feigned offense, placing a hand against my chest. "Oh, darling, you wound me. How could you doubt my abilities? I've got charisma and charm radiating off of me. Those rich folks won't stand a chance against me." Ash rolled her eyes again, though there was a hint of a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see how long that charm lasts when you start talking about video games or fashion instead of the latest stock market trends or yacht upgrades." I chuckled, shaking my head at her skepticism.

"Please, my interests are more than just video games and fashion. I know how to hold a conversation, honey. I'll charm them with my wit and intellect, not just my looks." Rae came back out dressed in suit her heels clicking as she walked over. "Okay. Heres a good question for you if your oh-so-smart. In the tech industry have the buyers for laptops and monitors gone up or down." I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Rae's question, a sly smile forming on my lips.

"Ah, a question about the tech industry, are we? Well, let's see..." I pretended to think for a moment, loving the fact that I had both their attention. "According to recent market trends, the buyers for laptops and monitors have gone up."

Rae tutted with a sly smirk, "Trick question. Its stayed the same." I paused for a moment, taken aback by Rae's correction. "Excuse me? You can't just pull a trick question on me like that. That's cheating!" She gave off a bark of laughter. "No it isn't." I crossed my arms in mock indignation, pouting slightly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You take pleasure in making me look stupid."

"Making you look stupid? Honey, I'm helping you before you make yourself look stupid." I opened my mouth to protest, but then closed it again. Rar had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. "Fine. You may have gotten me on that one, but that doesn't mean I can't handle a room full of old crusty rich folks."

"Darling.. your dating two billionares who are in their late twenties, early thirties." I paused for a moment, a realization dawning on me. "Okay, touche. I guess I should have specified non-billionaires. But I stand by my point that I can handle them just fine. I have to deal with rich people all the time because of my modeling and design career. I'm practically a pro at this point."

"Sure." I noticed the skepticism in Rae's voice, and I couldn't resist the urge to try and prove myself. "You'll see tonight. I'll charm the pants off every single one of those rich old geezers and have them hanging onto my every word. Just you watch."

"I'll watch just to make sure that no one takes you as eye candy." Rae responded sharply before motioning for Ash to go change. I chuckled at Rae's protective tone, secretly touched by her concern. "Don't worry, darling. I can handle a few sleazy old men trying to get a piece of me. I'm not some naive little girl who'll falter under their advances." Ash rolled her eyes, clearly amused by our banter.

"Yeah, yeah, princess. We believe you. You're a total femme fatale who can wrap any man around your pretty little finger." I smirked, flipping my hair dramatically. "Damn straight I am. I could have those men eating out of the palm of my hand with a mere flutter of my eyelashes."

"I'll be waiting in the car. We can leave when your dont bragging about your nonexsistant skills." I chuckled, feigning offense at Rae's dig. "Nonexistent skills? Excuse me, I'll have you know that I'm a master at socializing with people. I've been socializing since the day I was born. I was practically born to be the center of attention." Rae raised an eyebrow at my confident tone, clearly unconvinced by my words.

"Yeah, right. We'll see how long you last before complaining about your feet hurting or your jaw getting sore from talking so much. Now, go change."