Victorian Academy

Not Your Darling

STEPHANIE LANCE didn't know how to feel anymore. Her emotions seem to have flew out the window as she got out the sleek black limo her father had forced her in along with his latest experiment. 

When her father told her that they were all going to the New year's party Justin and Amelia white were throwing she didn't   want to go at all. The whole atmosphere of the rich and the richest were to be there, but she didn't feel like wearing a fake smile all night and half-heartily laughingly at old mans corny old out dated jokes. All She wanted to do was sleep in her queen size bed and watch Downtown Abbey Masterpiece on PBS. 

She been informed that the party was also for celebrating a agreement between business partners for the wine company her father and other rich men were in. 

As she walked toward the double doors of the whites home she suddenly felt a small pain in her stomach start to form it's way up. Swallowing her saliva and forcing one of her lovely smiles into her face, no one could over look her distaste of being here.

Christopher Lance, followed by his latest conquest Qavena Clout were in her eyesight.
Unfortunately, sickening and sadly her father was already eye raping other women as they descended into the large dining room. 

Stephanie rolled her eyes. Her father couldn't keep one women within one minute, as he already has his eyes on yet another one, walking our way. A flawless plucked and shaped eyebrow rose off her face as she watched a maid walking-or more like switching, with a plate full of glasses of red wine. Along with it s spark in her dark blue ocean eyes as she passed by her father and Qavena. 

Stephanie looked away, she couldn't bare to watch her father flirt with another woman as he had Qavena the Puerto Rican on his arm, trying and failing miserably capturing his attention, make a fool out of herself.

She took this moment to look around at the beautiful scenery of the whites lovely dining room. The long rectangular dining tables filled with thousands of sliver plates and utensils on them. Including stunning different colored rose flowers next to each plate with a small royal blue envelope next to each rose bud.

As more people arrived, she took in the women's formal wear, then looked at her own as if feeling a bit out of place. She wasn't quite thinking of the type of dress she picked out until now. Her short bright pink Faviana chiffon of-the-shoulder dress with a lace up back seemed to have satisfied her when she left the house, but now as she took in the dazzling celebrity floor length dresses and gowns made for queens, maybe her taste was a bit off tonight.

 "Steph! No that couldn't be you." A soft but familiar voice squealed behind her, making her quickly turn around to see the person who has called out her name in that manner. Her eyes widened with sparks as she looked at the girl.

A genuine smile shine off her flawless face as she glanced at the pretty brunette in front of her. The night would be interesting then. 

 "Alex." She squealed back as they hugged and aired French kisses, laughingly at the gesture. 

 "I thought you said you weren't coming?" Alexandra Mon'te questioned one of her closets to best friend, as they walked around elbow hooked around elbow as they used to when they were younger, as they eyes those around them, eyeing them back.I

Stephanie sighed, glancing at Alex's midnight black Glam bow one shoulder floor length gown, her straight black hair up in a gorgeous tight bun and a China bang over her green eyes. She flicked her eyes up at the ceiling before resting them finally at a talk black haired make leaning against a wall near the fireplace talking to a blond haired man, seeming around the same height. 

He caught her eye.

She quickly averted her gaze, finding a new resting place at the beautiful colored roses on the tables. "My father dragged me here, along with his latest conquest. It seems he's trying women with real hair and breast these days." She drawled. "Can't see the difference anymore, it's like he's bringing home stray cats everyday now. "

She felt movement from her and Alex's elbow being connected and found her friend holding back a laugh with her shoulders quivering from the impact of her words. She chuckled herself.

 "Your father is known...for his exquisite taste in women." Alex said her laughingly subsiding. 

 Stephanie closed her eyes then opened them back up. "Its like ever since their divorce, they go out in life like a bunch of horny teenagers trying different people like candy just because their single." She sighed as they stopped walking. "I mean I get it, their not together anymore and they are single, but they don't have to go be a hoe about it like a bunch of animals." 

Alex laughed, sweeping away her chocolate bangs from her emerald green eyes. "I get it, ever since my uncle divorced my aunt Cecila he somehow thinks being a hoe is the same as exercising."  

Stephanie couldn't help but to crack a smile and feel a bit comfortable knowing someone else is going there the same horrible problem. Even if it may not be her own two parents, she felt a bit at ease. 

Alex lurched herself forward causing Stephanie to go forward a bit. "Ouuuu, champagne ." Alex stated staring at the young butler with piercing gray eyes and ruffled red hair, going around the room with glasses of champagne on his plate.

 Alex patted her arm winking before unhooking herself from her. "I'll be right back."  

Stephanie shook her head, smiling as she watched her friend walk away and flirt with her way to get a glass. She walked over toward a nearby window, dodging and sliding past those in front of her. Managing to get a glimpse of the outside once again.

There were still more limos and fancy cars driving up toward the hugs mansion, making Steph roll her eyes. The party the whites were throwing wasn't the last one on earth. Or maybe they invited everybody who was partners with other wine companies too? They thought was already pointless to even process.

"Beautiful isn't it." A low deep voice stated beside her right. 

she glanced over to see the talk black haired boy from earlier. Who had caught her eye. She reminded herself, she felt her cheeks flush at the tiny memory. 

"Yes, the view is lov-"

"I meant you, love." He passed her a grin and she instantly lowered her eyes at their heels.

"Oh? Is that right." she mumbled, feeling her hair wash over her vision of her shoes.

"Yes, the stars are beautiful." 

That comment making her head snap up immediately. "The stars..?" She looked back up at the window and agreed that the stars were pretty, but weren't they just talking about her?

He leaned against the wall that sat beside the window. "Aaron Wilson." He said before taking a sip of his wine, still looking at her as he did. 

Steph blinked before realization slapped her face. "Oh,  um-Stephanie Lance." She blurted , half wishing to slap herself for the outburst. 

"So oh, um-Stephanie lance." He mocked her making her flush with embarrassment and longing to go home and hide under her thick covers of her bed. "Enjoying your night?" 

Steph blushed now looking at Aaron who had a dark twinkle in his eye, making her face a tomato. "I guess it's alright..."

Aaron placed a hand on his chest where his heart was and faked agony. "Just alright?" He gave her a lazy smile making her heart hammer in her chest. "This is the glorious whites home were in-and you say it's alright." 

A small smile broke out across her face, as she shrugged her shoulders a bit. "I wasn't really planning on being here tonight, but the house  really is beaut-"

"Stephanie, there you are darling. "She heard Qavena high pitched voice behind her, making her narrow her eyes at the word "darling."

Stephanie took a deep breath before placing on yet another fake smile for tonight and turned around hardened her gaze at the beautiful women her father picked out.