Chapter 2

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*phone buzzing*

"Hello?"

"Its y/n right? Well my parents said sure and said we'll be there exactly by 7. So i guess i'll see you later?"

"Yea. Bye"

"Bye."

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It was currently 6:30pm and you were starting to get ready.

You already had your black dress on. Perfectly wraped around your waist as it fell 2 and a half inches above your knee. Small and shiny 24 carat diamond earings studded on your earlobes with a matching silver-laced necklace with a diamond pendant hanging on the middle of the silver lace. And of course some velvet-textured 3 inched black heels.

Your hair was clipped as the ends were perfectly curled/ironed (however you want it) as it fell beyond your shoulders.

Face not too caked. A bit of skin-toned powder and eyes that stood out with a bit of a nude-colored eye shadow that was complemented with some mascara and finished off with a pale pink blush that stained your cheeks and lips that was tinted with a pinkish-red lip tint.

By 6:50pm you were already dolled up.

You went down the stairs as you saw your mom in the kitchen wearing her favorite pair of Tiffany & Co. earrings and necklace that complemented her pale pink colored dress that fell just at her shin as she was finishing off our last dish.

After 10 minutes you heard your doorbell ring. Your mom quickly removing her apron as the both of you went to the door with smiles on your faces.

"Hello! I'm Jane and this is Tom my husband. It was really nice of you guys to welcome us in this neighborhood by having us over at your lovely house", a woman said that looked like she was at her mid 40's who wore almost the same pair of diamonds my mom was wearing that stood beside a tall man that wore an expensive looking polo that was folded just under his elbow that went with his cream colored kakis. Rich people *sigh*

As my mom exchanged greetings with them i coud'nt take my eyes of the handsome boy that stood beside the woman named 'Jane'.

I figured out that it was Mark.

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