LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｌｏｖｅ Ｗｉｎｓ Ｅｖｅｎｔ Ｆａｉｌ ＂(3/4)

Paisely Mont Vernon walked through the archway of the Crystal Ballroom two hours into the event. She was officially fashionably late although she wasn't sure about the fashionable part. And instead of walking, she was actually strutting.

Paisely had never been one to strut in her entire life. She also was never one to be dressed so boring. The thing that Chris had wasn't the password to his Netflix account; it was an orange Victoria Beckham dress and velvet black Christian Louboutins.

Chris said it was sophisticated and hot but Paisely thought it was bland. She liked flowery patterns, colorful tints, and Gucci - Gucci everywhere!

Yet strangely enough, in her uninspiring outfit, Paisely was getting more buzz than she did for being bullied by Erika or even kissing her.

"I'm going to go with Paisely for Best Dressed of the night. That dress is to die for."

"Doesn't she kind of look like a classier Marilyn?"

"She's prettier than Erika, that's for sure."

Then there were the nastier words exchanged silently as the event commenced.

"I still have that picture of her and Erika Felix kissing on my phone."

"I heard she's dating Chris Edwards and Erika Felix....at the same time."

"Well, I heard all of them have threesomes every Saturday at the Burlesque Club."

"...And she's waaay nicer than Erika too...which kind of sucks. "

"She set Erika up for social demise which makes her a bitch. I don't get why everyone's acting like she's the new Taylor Swift."

Paisely strutted past a group of girls that she recognized as the "popular" freshmen who all fell quiet as she passed. Well, at least there were some people who hated her because Paisely still kind of hated herself too for the entire plan she'd played tag-a-long to with Chris.

"Can I ask a question?" Paisely asked as she followed Chris towards a waiter who was being swarmed by hysterical reporters taking a break on their snooping with Winston cocktails.

"Knock yourself out, babe."

"What if I don't want to be, um, what was it again?"

"Beyonce, the Supreme, the Queen, the Bad Bitch-"

"Yeah, that. What if I don't want to be any of that?" Paisely tucked a curly strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Only two days into the Beyonce, Supreme, Queen thingy and she already wanted to go back to being the cute little blonde friend that may or may not be hooking up with the Queen Bee behind the scenes.

Everything about being the "Head Bitch" irked her. From the sophisticated clothes to all the rules - which Chris had given her the rundown on before arriving.

1 - She was not allowed to give wannabes the time of day - especially scholarship students a.k.a peasants. Their purpose was to admire from afar. She already knew that but being the cute little blonde friend had meant she didn't have to tell the poor wannabes to piss off. (No more talking to Lindsey Wells when no one was looking during Yoga class.)

2 - Too much pink wasn't in anymore if you were a Queen. Unfortunately, that was Paisely's favorite color. She wore pink, ate pink, and dreamed about pink.

3 - She couldn't eat in public because people would associate her with greasy food. (No wonder Erika was throwing up all the time and skipping out on Wolfgang Puck Mondays.)