Potential Anatomy

Chapter 1

Blast it! Blast it. I'm late. That damned Boss of mine. Keeping me late she's a devil in disguise. Quickly running around my small apartment, avoiding the only piece of furniture that seems to stick out. The damned couch! God I hated that thing. The only thing that I sleep on. If it weren't for the damned burglar. I can't think about that right now.
Pulling my black dress on and putting my hair into a bun. Into some sort of fashion I walk through the house back to the kitchen to grab my clutch and heels.
"Damn damn damn infernal woman." I shake my head walking back through holding my bag as I hit into the couch falling face first into the dirty torn material. This sucks. This house sucks, poverty sucks, my job sucks and the woman! She is the meaning of the word...

I let out a breathe counting down from 10. Alright we can do this, you can do this Alannah. You've done this a thousand times, been to a hundred functions, not like this one, nobody has called you out. Yet All you have to do is just look the part. You're poor nobody ever listens to you about Poverty. About the people whom are nothing but tax givers. People who don't exist. A nobody.

Scowling at my subconscious I get up and fix my hair again. "You can do this Alannah. You can always do this. Besides, you know the target, you know who you need to talk to. " I looked at myself in the mirror as I put in my drop diamond earrings. The only expensive thing I had, aside from the dress which cost me my whole pay check, the last dress I had wasn't as spiffy as this one. It was dull, brown with weird flowers specking through it. It wasn't until some snobby witch pointed it out and a tear was forming at the bottom did I decide that I needed to change my attire when at this function. The shopping trip was horrendous. I went through six store asking for cheap black dresses that looked expensive but nobody had anything. The luck I got was when I went to a second hand thrift store and that's where I found the dress. Perfect for events like this. It was black and it just barely skimmed the floor, it hugged my torso and it showed my back, at any other event I'd say forget it, but at such a formal event, with dancing, champagne and men in suits, the dress needed to make me presentable. One last look in the mirror and I nodded. This was going to go according to plan. It had to or I'd never have another chance.
Pulling my clutch close to me I walked out of my apartment and down to the black car awaiting me. Thank god for the übber driver. I would become a laughing stock and a fraud if I pulled up to the event in a taxi.
Climbing in the man looked back at me. It wasn't just any man it was my favorite Übber driver. Claude. He dressed up in a suit and knew exactly what these events meant to me.
"Where are we going Lanna?" He spoke in a soft Russian accent. I loved his accent. Even if we lived in Vermont where your either a Yonker, a Frenchman, or a Englishman, having a Russian or a Arabian come into the states was a blessing for Vermont. Glancing up at him I smiled.
"The Sunset ballroom, it is near lake Champlain." He nodded and smiled driving off. See I never liked men. I don't want to date one, I don't want to be in the presence of them and I certainly DO NOT WANT TO DANCE WITH THEM. Dancing is such a intimate thing and I'm scolded by the woman when hot men walk up to me and wish to dance. I don't give a crap, and never will I ever care. Men think there superior to us, and that most definitely is not the case! Blast any man who thinks so.
Regardless of my thought though I am still a reasonable woman and will respect a man with a smile. Tonight was one of those nights, I had to respect a god awful man. I'd have to be respectable. But I refuse to Dance. Refuse it.

"Putana we are almost to the destination." Claude brought me from my thoughts as I look up and smile. "Thank you Claude." With one last look I fixed my hair and dabbed some lipstick on. A horrific pampered being stared back at me. I have everything down. Look rich, talk rich, smell ri-... "Blast it!" I snarled searching through my bag. Being so distracted I forgot to put perfume on. I looked the part, talked the part, but God did I not smell the part. "Is everything all right, Putana?" Quickly glancing up at the Russian man who was looking at me curiously in the rearview mirror I scowled. "No everything is not all right," I spoke through gritted teeth and looking at the time. "I forgot to put smell goods on now I don't have time to turn around and get some!" I grumbled sitting back in the seat. Everything is already going down the drain. I'm a fraud, I knew I'd have to face it eventually.

"Putana 'ere you go." The Russian was holding a pink bottle full of perfume to me. Looking at the bottle then at the Russian I quickly grabbed it and smelled it. It smelt like roses and Lilac's with a hint of spice. It smelt delightful and... Rich. Quickly spraying myself I handed it back to him. "Claude why do you have a bottle of perfume with you?" I asked curiously as I fixed my hair in one last attempt to make it look the part. "Because Putana my wife keeps 'er perfume in 'ere. Plus I like the smell of it," glancing at me again he smiles. "Take your 'air down. You will look confident like wealthy 'erson should. " He added glancing at him I frowned. Reaching up I pulled the pins from my hair as it fell and covered my shoulder. Sending my fingers through it I had no more time to look the part, Claude was pulling up to 'The Sunset Ballroom.' as he parked I glanced out to see a crowd of civilians on the outside of a red rope pictures being taken of woman with there dates.
No! I'm not going to say 'men with there dates' those beast don't deserve to have the superior over a woman. The man earned to have the hand of the woman. Not the woman earned the man. That's blastfamey But I believe we've covered this.

Claude jumps from the car and around to the door, opening it for me as I step out he smiles. "Enjoy your night Putana." Smiling I step out as everyone points there cameras at me and snaps shots as I hide my face making my way down the carpet to the entrance.

"Welcome Miss to 'The Sunset Ballroom'" The servant opens the door for me and I smile walking inside. Finally I've made it. Inside hundreds of people sit, dance, or mingle holding champagne glasses. As I walk through I take a glass from a waiter and take a drink. It's crisp and cool and tastes delicious. It's rich peoples wine. Scowling inwardly I start to mingle. Let's get this done. "And over with." I say to myself joining a group and listening to their conversation.