Redemption

Chapter One

Saturday

How I love Saturday's in New York. Not only is it the weekend, it's also the day where memorable (if you even remember) events happen. Being the 'City that never sleeps', there is certainly so many things to do to keep you awake. There's vintage shops in every corner, art museums and theatrical and broadway shows, and a restaurant or cafe everywhere you go. Seriously though, you walk five steps and you'll come facing a whole'nother strip of restaurants. Drinks on a rooftop? Check. Karaoke night? Check. Clubbing with your girls? Triple check. Time's Square-- though, I avoid it-- is beautiful as always. Let's not forget Vodka, lots and lots of Vodka.

I opened my mailbox to find an exquisite invitation from a club named 'Fusion'. The invitation had black and gold decorations all over. It read "Due to your VIP status, you have been selected to be a part of a private party for the opening of Club Fusion this Saturday starting at 7pm." I knew it was legit because my name is written at the top in gold calligraphy. Living in the Upper East Side of New York has taken a toll on me. My mother Debra Nova is no doubt one of New York's highest elites. The fact that she is famous influenced me a lot but I never strayed from being grateful for the little things I have in life. I was put into private schools and even graduated from Harvard University, not because of my academics, but because my mother knew the dean and fortunately enough, the dean sent a letter that invited me out to Harvard. What kind of elite wouldn't want their daughter in Harvard? My mother always took control of my life since my father ran off to god knows where. Till today, I miss him so much but I will never forget the way he left my mom and I. 

I pulled out my iPhone and shot Samantha a text to see if she got invited too, which I'm sure she did. If the club is only inviting VIP's, there is no doubt that she got one. Samantha and her family is pretty wealthy, too. Her parents are directors for professional movies, so they get a lot of credit and meet a lot of celebrities. Soon enough, Samantha texted me back in caps. 

"UM, HELLOO, OF COURSE I DID!! WE ARE GOING."

I chuckled at the text, Samantha is more rebellious than I prefer to be. We are the complete opposites. While she prefers drinking on rooftops or going to crazy parties at random clubs, I would most prefer shopping or having dinner. No, I am not materialistic. I enjoy shopping because it inspires me to creating my own styles. I like to call myself a designer, sometimes. I do design some of my clothes. Someday, I would love to open up my own boutique. I always get compliments on my clothes and fashion. Unfortunately, my mother never agreed. 

It's five thirty in the afternoon, I knew it would take me at least two hours to get fresh and ready. 

"Kiara, Samantha is here!" I hear my mom call from downstairs. 

"Sammy!" I squealed and gave my gorgeous best friend a hug. "Kiki!!" she squealed and pulled me in for a big hug in return. 

"Sorry I didn't let you know, I wanted to get ready together! I can't find anything to wear!" she pouts. 

"Well lets get onto it!" I say and opened the door to my walk-in closet. 

After two hours we both looked at ourselves in my full length mirror. I had on a black scandalous yet proper maxi dress that has a slit that ran up to my mid-thigh. The top half is a halter style and is bezeled with real diamonds that wraps around my waist. I perfected my hair into natural soft waves letting them fall over my shoulders. I glanced over to Sammy who wore a red dress that fell just below her knees and hugged her hips and thin waist, which she paired with black pumps. 

We arrived at the nightclub and saw it was packed with people trying to get in. Outside were flashing lights and a red carpet leading to the doors which were guarded by two giant bouncers. There were paparazzi everywhere taking pictures of the celebrities and models who decided to attend. Samantha and I strolled through the red carpet where we were greeted by bright flashes and cameras clicking towards us.