"No, James, your tie is a mess and your shirt is crumpled. I'm not letting you go into Henrietta Von Aston Pempley's house looking like that." Sarah complains.
We've been waiting outside the giant gates of Henrietta's mansion for ten minutes while Sarah made sure we're all dressed correctly. Apparently, it would be disastrous if we went into her house looking like trash. But Luke wouldn't have cared. Sarah brought me a whole new outfit because apparently all my clothes looked 'far too cheap to be seen around the Henrietta Von Aston Pempley.'
"Okay, now just stay like that." Sarah says, smiling at James who was now dressed to her standards. She's already measured that my dress was the right length and my make up had no smudges, along with checking herself over 7 times.
We all walk up to the large, cream front door of the Von Aston Pempley house. It has two giant security guards standing on either side, looking like they could probably beat you to death very easily if they wanted to. But Luke would still manage to sneak in, if he wanted.
"Invite?" One of them asks sternly. I hand them the slightly creased envelope which is grasped tightly in my hand.
His eyes check over every speck of the letter, as if anyone would fake a letter to get into this place. "Alright, in you go." He says, handing me back the letter.
The party is whole new type of chaos to me. The last party I went to was full of drunk guys and girls with barely any clothes on. But this party, everyone was dressed in fancy suits and dresses, talking politely with only the occasional trouble maker. Most people were crowed around one girl, who I assumed was Henrietta, but there were a few slightly more normal people who weren't.
"What do mean I can't have a beer?" A boy complains at the bar.
"Your underage, sir. I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give you one." The bartender says, while boys girlfriend tries to calm him.
The boy sighs in frustration, annoyed that he can't get his drink. Luke wouldn't let that stop him. But I'm not supposed to be thinking of Luke.
"Oh my gosh, look. That's Cecilia Fernly-Whittinghall!" Sarah exclaims, tapping my arm in excitement. I have no clue who this Cecilia girl is, but according to Sarah she's pretty great. "I must go and see her later!"
"Why don't you go and see her now?" I ask.
"Because she's eating! You never approach someone while they're eating their canapés!" I guess we won't be talking to anyone for a while then, almost everyone is eating.
"There's Josh from chess club, I'll just go say hi." James says, letting go of Sarah and turning to go towards a boy who was stuffing about 5 canapés at once into his mouth .
She grabs his arm tightly, to stop him from leaving."You are not speaking to Josh in this house." Sarah says sternly. "This house is full of the upperclass, I don't want you being associated with the likes of Josh."
James sighs in annoyance as Sarah drags us across to a girl who looks around eighteen and rather posh, there are still a few people talking to her from earlier.
"Oh my gosh, it's great to see you!" Sarah squeals, wrapping her arms around the girl, who seems to have no clue who Sarah is.
"Oh, and you are?" She asks, trying to escape Sarah's hug.
"Sarah. I'm in your English class."
"Oh, hi, I'm Henrietta." She smiles, before turning back to greet her other guests.
"Oh, so that's Henrietta." I say.
"How did you not know who she was?" Sarah asks, clearly shocked.
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Fanfiction"You know Jane, this isn't you. Your mum scared you into being this, the real you is just locked up inside." "I think the same about you. The fame scared you into being punk rock, when really your just a kitten locked inside a rock star."
