Kelli's POV
I pulled the corset strings tighter, trying not to squeeze Mariska to death.
"Ooow! Be careful!"
"I'm trying! Do you really need this thing? I think you're beautiful the way you are," I asked, rested for a moment, the strings still in my tight grip.
"Aw, thanks! But yes!"
I groaned, pulling the strings again. She clawed her dresser until her knuckles were white.
"And... Finished!" I said, falling back onto her bed, the covers flying up slightly for a split second.
"I think all my organs are just one big organ now," she moaned, her head pressed against her dresser. "Did you pick out a dress?"
"No!"
"Ugh!"
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Mariska sat down, other people adorn with jewels and expensive things, they made Mariska seen almost plain.
"Queenie, I see you have a new butler!" A mean at the other head of the table said, his mustache going up with his toothy grin.
"Yes, and quite the butler she is," Mariska replied, sipping her wine.
"Really? She's quite the beauty, how much do you want?"
"Now, Malcolm, she's not an object."
"Oh, Mariska, lighten up!" A woman to her right said. The woman had orange hair, too orange to be considered red.
"I guess you're right, but she's all mine."
"May I ask why she's wearing pants?" The same woman asked.
"She's not fond of skirts, it's the least I could do for her. Anyway, enough about butlers, now have you been?"
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As the gathering carried on, I wander how many of these rich people parties I could take before exploding. So far, I learned that rich people suck, rich people have no filter, they also don't know when to stop.
"Kelli, I want you to meet the only real person I know at this party. Kelli, this is Tamara, Tamara, this is Kelli."
I shook the woman's hand, her smile seeming more real than half the people here.
"Hey, I've heard a lot about you! These people don't know when to stop, do they?" she laughed, her hand falling back to her side.
"Yeah," I mumbled, shying away.
"Tamara, I'll be right back, stay here with Kelli."
Mariska walked off, leaving me alone.
"Anyway, how's Mariska been? She's been pretty glum lately?" Tamara asked.
"She's been getting better," I said.
"Oh come on, how's she's really been? I'm not one of those fake people who ask how you are but don't really want to know."
"Ok, we had a rough start, but she's really becoming more open. She's been sick for the past week, although it's really entertaining to see her try to get mad when she's half aware of what's happening," I told her.
"Sounds like you two are pretty close. She deserves that after what she's been through. Keep it up, she needs someone like you too take care of her."
"What're you talking about?" Mariska asked, clearly drunk again.
"Are you going to go home sober, like ever?" Tamara asked, her own amusement in her voice.
"Nope!" She sang, leaning on Tamara.
"Take care of her before she does something stupid," Tamara said, passing Mariska over to me.
"I've got her. Nice meeting you," I said, holding Mariska in my arms.
"You too."
I looked down at Mariska who was staring me. "Here there."
"Hey," she slurred, smiling widely. She was pretty cute when she was drunk, like a child in an adult's body.
"Are you ready to head home?" I asked. She nodded, leaning into me.
"I wanna lay in bed with you," she whispered, getting pretty close to my face.
"Mariska, be careful. We'll get caught," I warned, helping her to her feet.
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