Everything was not going just fine. Yasmie had just gotten off the phone with Madeleine, who she had to admit, was a wonderful distraction to impending disaster. Not that she was complaining, her friend of two years was exactly what she needed at this moment, but considering the topic, it wasn't quite as pleasant as it could be. Nothing, well, next to nothing was going right. The children's tailor had presented three separate absolutely gorgeous outfits for each of the children, and they looked fabulous.. Of course, the tailor being so magnifique, she had created a problem for poor Yasmie Pelletienne. Of course she had three children, so she could easily have them wear all three designs, one for each child. But Magdalene might decide she adored her older sister's(Adele) attire more than her own, and being five and Adele being 16, Magdalene worshipped her almost as much as she did her own mother, and might want to change attire to what she was wearing.
That would leave poor little three year old Damien out, and she loved her son dearly. To have his spirit crushed by such a little thing would ruin the evening and the atmosphere; some of of her friends looked forward to seeing her youngest. Who knows what people might say, especially that Mara Te-lang, when they see him down? That she was a horrible mother that never tends to her children's needs? Then there was the decor. And the problem of Adele not really being that into it unless her petit ami, Arlo Daniels was invited, and her dear husband was not a fan of the boy. She couldn't understand why, he wasn't lewd or poor or horribly classless. If anything he was quite the gentleman, even if he was british(that was probably it). Besides the point, if Adele sat out, Magdalene would follow suit, and she would then look bad. This was not the time to look bad. So she had to fix all these problems before 6:00 pm-"Yasmie? Yaya?" Joseph! He couldn't know about all of this! He needed to remain calm or his asthma would flare up. "Yaya, I know this is usually your area, but I dressed the children up. Is this ok?" Trying to minimize the nervous sweating, Yasmie turned around and saw the children in...oh. These were actually quite simple, the outfits looked new, so maybe he went out and bought some yesterday? They weren't the outfits that were designed, but she could always save those for another day. "Oh darling they look wonderful, but let them get out of it so they don't sweat." Her husband was a lifesaver. Now the decor and what she would wear and
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Teen FictionWho doesn't want to be so rich that you can be as carefree as possible? You get invited to all the fashion shows and attend every other one because you can? Who doesn't want to live in a neighbourhood where your privacy is nonexistent and your moves...