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Party Prep

Cheyenne and Kimora will each have two POV'S because a lot is happening for them. I want to squeeze it all in one chapter because it won't fit for the next two chapters. Just letting ya know.

Chapter 7: Party Prep
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Cheyenne's POV

Friday, 5:00 pm

I stood in front of Krystal's grand house. Excuse me I meant mansion. Daniel and Ava were being watched by Kimora, bless her soul. The lawn was so green it looked fake. There was an actual fountain spewing out sparkling water and tall lion statues stood by the gate. It felt as if they would come to life and attack me at any given moment. I pressed the buzzer.

"Name please and reason for being here." Said a no nonsense voice.

"Cheyenne Woods and I'm here for a meeting with Mrs.Parker. She asked me to come today." I was a nervous wreck. I'd actually tried to look pretty. My curls lay on my shoulders for once (with a lot of gel) and I wore pressed pants with my nicest top and flats. I didn't want Krystal's mom to change her mind if she'd seen me in my normally ratty clothes. Although the flats were a little too small and I could already feel the blisters forming. Still, I grit my teeth and dealt with it. I could always buy myself a new pair later, a luxury I would now have thanks to this job.

There was some crackling over the intercom, then his voice again. "Alright come on in." The gates opened slowly and I started the walk toward the white double doored entrance. There was a gardner trimming the flowers and a guy mowing the lawn. As I got closer I saw a bunch of people dressed in nice pants and dress shirts with bow ties rushing around setting up chairs, tables, and lights. There was an older looking man standing on the makeshift stage shouting out orders into a megaphone. He started talking into an cell phone waving his hands frantically.

"What do you mean the caterers are delayed! Why? Stuck in traffic! Well tell them to find super strength and haul their cars over the highway if they have to! My neck is on the line here!" He snapped the phone shut and took out a handkerchief dabbing at his brow.

I would not want to be him.

I reached the front doors but a man stepped in my way. Geez, you'd think they were guarding the president or something.

"Name please?" He asked consulting a clipboard. I wanted to scream. I'd just given my name at the gate! I took deep breaths. Think of the money, the money.

"Cheyenne Woods," I said clenching my fists. He flipped a few pages before nodding.

"You're listed here to be able to enter the premises." He opened the door for me and I stepped into the cool, quiet house, my jaw dropping and I was only in the foyer. The floors were pure, glistening marble, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the sunlight reflecting off each jewel. In front of me was a large spiral staircase. To the right I saw the beginnings of a living room with creamy leather couches and a tv that almost took up the entire wall. To the left there was a closed door leading to what I assumed was the kitchen. I knew Krystal was rich but I didn't know how loaded her family really was. I almost didn't feel worthy stepping into such a beautiful home.

"You made it!" Katherine Parker strolled in, her heels clicking on the floor causing the sound to echo. Krystal resembled her down to a tee. They both had the same fiery red hair, lake blue eyes, and heart shaped face with freckles dotting their noses. There was a doll like quality to Katherine though. Even in her heels she was quite short.

"Mrs. Parker I'm so glad to be here. I can do anything you need." I felt myself beginning to ramble. A scary thought snuck into my head. Was Krystal here?