I got dressed in my prettiest gown. I slipped my bony feet into the finest pair of Red Bottom Louboutin's I had in the closet. The maids and butlers were busy downstairs serving the guests that already arrived. Normally they would assist me, but this preparation work I could surely do myself. This is my party, and I am going to enjoy it. Everything must be perfect. And if everything is perfect, I surely will enjoy it. I made sure my neck was lit like a Christmas tree and as icy as the Polar caps in Antarctica, every few seconds I have glanced in the mirror just to make sure I selected the right piece to wear around my neck... It must dazzle their eyes, expressed how beautiful I am, but mostly make her jealous. I must say - I have perfected my wardrobe. The guests won't know what hit them. I will easily be the center of attention at the party. I have to be; its my party. I won't let that bitch downstairs steal my honor too. I'll show the entire world I look better than her if I must. My husband too, will be dazzled by my beauty, so much that I am positive he will regret that day he murdered me to be with her....
-2joeblack7
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