How To Act The Perfect Relationship

First: Meet Mr. Fallon and Ms. Vandenberg

I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. My sixteen year old sister looked stunning with her princess worthy looking dress and neatly organized sweet sixteen party. When I turned sixteen, I had to give up my birthday party because at that time, grandpa had been sick and it was clearly not a good time to celebrate. It had never really affected me before, but now that I'm seeing my fantasy in the life of someone else, the feeling is strong and had an effect in me. Ever since I was little, I dreamed of a fluffy elegant dress, a shiny crown, and a charming prince to escort me and I thought that it was a dream that would happen no matter what. So much determination for nothing.

"Ms. Anneliese, the car is waiting for you." The voice of Marcus, the butler, brought me out of the long lasting reverie I so frequently find myself in. It's not like I do it on purpose, my attention span seems to be really short. At least, shorter than most people.

As I picked up the hem of my dress, I mumbled a thanks and walked to the car parked outside. Once inside, I found my father and mother already inside discussing something about the 'investment that would upgrade their position' which if you ask me, is pretty ridiculous. My dad owns a chain of five stars hotels that is very well known and extends largely throughout a lot of countries in Asia, Europe, South Africa, Latin America and Australia marking number two in the hotel industry. My mom is the owner of 'BAVL' which is a fashion magazine that's widely accepted and prestigious. They can't go any higher. I'm in fact very proud of them but sometimes I worry about their competitiveness. "Dear God, you look wonderful Liese." My dad acknowledged, stopping his conversation with mom.

"And you look handsome as well dad."

"You do look beautiful Anneliese," said my mom, "did you check on your sister? She was having a freak out when I left."

"I did! Don't worry, she was frustrated but I made sure to calm her down and slipped her into her gown before I left. Everything is fine."

"Wonderful, I can't handle her when she is under stress."

"Nobody can." I mumbled.

"Anneliese, what are your plans for tonight?" My dad asked.

Okay, now that's weird. I mean, my parents are not the overprotective ones and much less on a birthday party. "Um, I don't know. I will be basically hanging out with Charlotte and Amelia. Why?"

"Well, you are eighteen years old now honey. It's time for you to meet the big names. Mr. Fallon told me the other day that he wanted to meet my heiress and it made me think about it. You should know these people, they are important in our business which you will take over soon enough. Think you can spare me a few minutes to introduce you to my friends?"

"That would be such an honor." I replied flashing a bright smile.

Analyzing dad's behavior, I realized something fishy was absolutely going on. I wouldn't have figured it out if Dad hadn't mentioned the Fallon's. Since as long as I can remember, they have been rivals the day they decided they wanted to be number one in the hotel industry. Thus, the fact that dad called him a friend was giving it away. The question is, what does Mr. Fallon have to do with my dad? They are currently ranking number two in a tie following the number one Roger Pontair, so it doesn't make sense for them to be related in any kind of business.

The ballroom was decorated in a barroco style that resembled that of the Royal Palace in Madrid. I scanned the room searching for my friends, but all I found was a bunch of Sophomores who I assumed were Pamela's classmates, my sister is a major socialite.

The familiar brunette striding in my direction caught my attention, only to realize that it was my best friend since kindergarten: Amelia Massarotti. She wore an beige satin dress that clung to her strategically accentuating her curves, my friend was a show-off but with a body like hers, who blames her? The girl is italian for goodness' sake, she does have a lot to flaunt. "Ann, girl! I just met the cutest sophomore back there. I mean, he's like fifteen but my gosh he looks like twenty or something because I swear I saw some hard biceps underneath that tight-" that's where I usually block my mind to avoid hearing anything inappropriate because with Amelia, you have an oral slut journal wide open at maximum volume.