Chapter Thirty Three:
“You look…hot.” I greeted Ivy as I watched her twirl in circles in front of me. Her light pink one-layer dressed spun in the direction she did. Do note I said one layer opposed to my three layer dress with the skinny heels.
“Thank you, you look pretty fine yourself.” She winked at me, very creepy like and stepped into the house.
“Well doesn’t this place look fancy?”
“Yeah, mom’s desperate attempt to look rich. It does look pretty nice though.”
“She put you to work when you got home didn’t she.”
I nodded, knowing that she had me strew up another banner, a couple lights that was hanging outside on the patio and blow up several dozen balloons and distribute them out along the house. By the time the doors opened I was worn out, stumbling all around and out of breath. Not to mention the fact that I had to then go shove myself in a three layer dress. I don’t even want to go into consideration about the amounts of times I ended up in the wrong layer. It was horrifying.
“Charlotte there you are!” My mom came running to me, grabbing my wrists in her palms.
“Let me guess, another dozen of balloons need to be blown up?”
“No, no, no. I want you to meet your new neighbors. They have finally arrived!” She exclaimed, letting my wrists go to express how excited she was.
I sighed, seeing no possible escape route; which by the way I need desperately for this matter exactly.
“Fine, let’s get this over with.”
My mom practically knocked over a waiter when she threw her hands up in happiness.
I don’t even think she was this happy when I was born.
It’s so sad.
She led me past crowds of my friends, more like my mother’s friends, and left Ivy behind to fend for herself in this rapidly growing disaster of a party; or well that’s how I see it as.
“Ashley!” My mom yelled past the music, causing a tall, blond woman turn to face us. She had light brown eyes that I could have sworn looked like a Hershey's bar without its wrapper. She wore a tight at the top black dress, with matching heels that made her toes point at us, her hair in a tight pony tail that was tied up high and she carried a martini glass in her left hand.
“Ah Julia doll, is this your daughter?” She asked, making me reconsider how nice the coast really is. I mean when they packed up and left seven years ago she was a regular housewife that wore sweats to the grocery store, but now she’s all done up and talks like she just came from the rich part of New York City.
“Yes this is Charlotte.” I extended my hand out to Ashley, waiting on approval with her own hand slipping into mine.
“Well, look at you Charlotte! Haven’t you changed! Last time I saw you, you’ve been running around the playground chasing little Damon away. But now, you’re all grown up into a very pretty young lady.”
That’s what happens when you don’t see someone for seven years.
“Aw thanks and you’ve grown up into a well, pretty little old lady.”
Sucks. For . Her.
Her expression changed but she quickly restored the happy-fake-smile and laughed off my comment.
“Aren’t you just so funny!”
Oh yes I am just SO funny.
“Aren’t we all!” I laughed with her, still allowing my eyes to wander the faces of my peers.
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