Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

Cabin Fever, And Other Diseases Caught From The Rich

                                                              A kind bald man opened the car door- almost in slow motion. Sticking my feet out first, I maneuvered so my dress wouldn't be caught in the door- I really didn't want to lose any feathers. I stepped out, my lips making a perfect 'o' I was sure. The mansion was decked out in lights, hanging from the pillars, and second and third floor windows, swinging down low like a canopy, and was stapled into the yard. Sparkling yellow and white lights, wrapped counter-clock-wise around a huge tree, and the lights seemed to twinkle in the bushes. Everything seemed to be perfect. Except one thing.

                          "Shall we go?" His arrogant voice asked me, as he got out behind me, sticking his elbow out expectantly. I fought the urge to bite my red lips, and gave him a bittersweet smile. "Sure." I say carefully, sticking my hand through his elbow. He walked me up to the giant doors, the red carpet muffling the loud clacks of the high-heels I was wearing. 

                               The doors were opened by two young men, dressed in white fancy tuxedos. I gave them a wide smile, saying, "Thank you." As they  sent a bewildered look in between them. Immediately, I was knocked off my feet, as the cold air swept its way around me. I shivered slightly, trying to adjust to the temperature and the sights. Below us, a long winding staircase gave me a clear view of the wide and very beautiful ballroom.  It was huge, and the lights hung from the skylight delicately. I could feel my smile grow, as I marveled at the view. People below, young and old, danced together in an elegant way, kind of like toys. They danced without emotion, just dancing, and frankly it didn't look like they were having fun. Ugh, are the rich always like this? Chase led me down the staircase slowly, and it seemed as if every turned to us to see who it was.  Time seemed to stop, as the men bowed and the women curtsied to each other, resuming their elaborate boring dance. 

                 I never bothered even looking at Chase, too distracted by the women's dresses, and the dancing. "Where are we going?" I asked, finally glancing at Chase. He smiled, gently. "Do you want to meet the rest of the heirs?" I widened my eyes. He couldn't possibly mean- y'know- It couldn't be, the rest of those boys, could it? I had to find my grandmother! She had to be here somewhere! I glanced around the room, past the violinist, and the dancers, scanning the crowd frantically, heart racing. I could get caught, and I'd never live this down. I would have to find her soon. Okay, May, calm down. You can be like "Oh, I have to go to the ladie's room!", after five minutes, and then you're safe. I nodded to myself, as Chase led me around the dancers, and to a drink table, the soft notes of the violin getting louder- it seemed. Before I knew it, I was walking towards a table full of guys, and girls my age. Three chairs were empty, and I gulped in air. Alright. No ones going to notice you. 

                              "Hello, guys. Meet Marcello." Chase nodded politely, as every pair of cold eyes met mine. They all looked at me, vaguely interested as if I was... trash.  Great, I can imagine myself now, as they are running me over with their fancy cars, screaming to Grandma, Look Grandma! I made new friends. Oh god, the horror. "And you are the heir to whom?" One obnoxiously good-looking boy asked, his full pink lips, and sparkly white mask glistening. I froze. They were still looking at me, and as I scanned their faces, I didn't spot anyone famaliar. Where were Chase's friends? Hmm. The good-looking boy laughed, a deep throaty laugh, and the other kids joined in slowly. "So you are not an heir?" He asks, folding his arms, his white tuxedo bulging, from his arm muscles. Hmph. Well then.

                      "Actually, I am Marcello Verdin." I snootily replied, nose in the air. Great. I was going to regret this later. Chase glanced at me, eyebrow raised out from under his black mask. "Interesting." The white-tuxedo guy says, smiling to the group. "Well. You are welcome to sit now." His arms swept to the empty seats before us. It's not like I needed your permission. I gathered my dress together, sitting down slowly, Chase pushing the chair up for me, before taking the chair beside me. "I am Jarren." A slow smile slid across his lips. "And this is..."