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Things can get twisty with falling in love with someone who's forced to lie about everything they're related to. Especially when their 6 brothers adore you.
An aspiring dancer who is stuck in a never-ending state of self...
The invitation to the party of the year arrived at my door at seven in the morning, personally delivered as if it were a royal decree. I stared down at the crisp white envelope, my name and address embossed in stunningly bright gold, the cursive letters gleaming in the early morning light."Wow. Fancy," I murmured, turning the envelope over in my hands. The back bore an equally bright, waxy gold seal, sealing the contents inside like some ancient secret. With a quick, deliberate motion, I popped the seal open, curiosity bubbling up inside me as I pulled out a thick, luxurious cardstock invitation. The invitation itself was as opulent as the envelope, with the same white-and-gold color scheme."Chattoway and family cordially invite you to their annual banquet," I read aloud, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "This year, 500 random addresses were selected by lottery, each receiving one invitation for a representative to attend." I paused, a scoff escaping my lips. "They expect us to learn several ballroom dance styles in a week? That's insane."I continued reading, the absurdity of the invitation almost comical. "The seven Chattoway sons are now of age and eligible to anyone they deem worthy. Since they have never been shown to the public, this will be a blind introduction." I rolled my eyes, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flooding my thoughts. "So, it's a formal event, and if we don't dress up to their standards, we won't even be let in. Great."
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Despite my complaints, a part of me was intrigued. The invitation was dripping with exclusivity, the kind of event that people would kill to attend. And yet, I was among the few selected. Even though I knew this was likely a ploy to get most invitees to decline, a tiny spark of excitement flickered within me. Without hesitating further, I grabbed my rose gold phone, dialing the number printed on the accompanying business card as I walked into my bedroom.
"Hello. Thank you for calling the Chattoway family's RSVP hotline; please hold."
The line went quiet, and I sighed, quickly tossing off my pajamas and slipping into a pair of black leggings that crisscrossed at my calves, tying neatly in bows behind my ankles. The silence on the other end of the line made me nervous, but I pushed through, layering a pale pink cami under a gray cropped sweater. Just as I finished pulling the sweater over my head, the phone crackled back to life.
