This Thing Of Ours

Anniversary

The black, sleek Mercedes stops in front of the Plaza hotel, one of new York's finest.

I stare at the hotel hating that i actually have to go inside and mingle with all the snobs.

Its my parent's anniversary today, they're having a grand party in the hotel with all of the world's finest business men, elegant women and rich bachelors that are probably here just to remain on the A list.

Not to mention of course the Italian mafia members who are all here undercover as the honest and fine business men, but with guns secretly tucked under their suit jackets and a bunch of snipers watching the party from the roof's surrounding the hotel.

They're all probably inside along with some bimbos sticking to their sides acting all bitchy and high cause they're here with a rich guy.

I close my eyes and sigh.

"You okay kid" Lincoln, my personal bodyguard asks.

"I just... I hate who these people are"

"You know you don't have to be here Addilyn" Lincoln says

Lincoln, sweet innocent Lincoln.

HA! Of course i have to be here, if i don't come here then my mother is gonna turn my life into a living hell and she's gonna have my dad never leave me alone, so yeah i have to be here so that after tonight i'd go back to my personal life where I only see them on important occasions and ONLY important occasions.

"Its okay Lincoln, i'll be fine" I smile softly at him cause over the time, Lincoln has showed me that he cares about me as if I'm one of his daughters. He always tells me that if I was black, he would probably kidnap me and tell people I'm his long lost daughter.

Lincoln is thirty five years old, and he's been working for my dad for ten years now. He's not bulky like a normal body guard should be but he's probably more intimidating.
Lincoln is a tall man though, like even when i'm in high heels he's still a few inches taller. He's one of the I'm very grateful for having in my life. He's always been there for me.

I take a deep breath and I leave the car and enter the hotel with Lincoln trailing behind me.

Let's get this over with.

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"Where have you been your mother has been looking everywhere for you"

Is it too late to leave?

"Hi to you too Cordelia" I say to my mother's personal assistant.

Cordelia is a 40 year old bitch with really large breasts that her husband probably uses as pillows. Her black hair cascades on her round botox filled face and her long acrylic nails are always painted in black.

"If you gotta ask Cordelia I was busy looking for a dress. You know other than that disaster you and my mother sent"

"Whats wrong with the dress your mother and- "

"It was pink... and puffy." I cut her off. I looked like cotton candy in the dress they sent, but if i tell the woman that about a Valentino dress she's gonna get a heart attack. "Anyway, i found another dress"

I gestured to the tight red dress I was wearing with the plunging V neck.
yep the woman is definitely gonna get a heart attack.

I turn around and leave before she tells me anything else, the night hasn't even started yet and i'm already getting a headache.

I hear the sound of the music and laughter even before I enter the room.

WOW. My mother really went her way with this. I'm standing in a Golden themed ball room, with the sparkly lights and gold tables and chairs embedded with crystals. Surprisingly, there was a DJ instead of classical music, guess they have to make the Italians happy. I also spotted a champagne tower and a bar at the end of the ball room, welp I know where i'm spending my night at.