The Raven's Nightingale

#5 Part 2: Rich Parties

When it was time for the party the following day, I couldn't help but fidget in the suit as I sat in the backseat of one of Mac's limos. Mac just sat there and patiently patted my hand as my knee vibrated from all of my nerves. My mind was racing with everything that could possibly go wrong while we were there and what it could mean for both Mac and me. Mac sighed and I could feel the car seat shift as he leaned over, kissing me on the side of my forehead.

"Everything will be fine," Mac reassured me as he gripped my hand. "I'll get you introduced to my siblings before we get too far into the party so that you know at least a couple people there. Just promise me that you will try to have a bit of fun besides trying to project a certain image for my sake."

I tried to force myself to relax as I nodded to acknowledge what Mac was telling me. I'm not sure if I'd be able to really have fun at something this extravagant considering that I've never done something like this before. I wasn't sure what to expect when we finally arrived to the main house. I just hoped that Mac's parents didn't remember me. I mean I'm sure that they were busy enough in the last ten or so years that they should've forgotten all about me.

"Here we are," Mac murmured as he looked past me and out the window to my left. I hesitantly glanced out the window too, and immediately shrunk back away from the window. The place hadn't changed at all. The only difference was that there was a parade of cars going up to the front door, stopping for a moment, before continuing on out of my sight. Well there was no turning back now. Mac just sat next to me, more silent than I had seen him in a long time, just holding my hand and occasionally rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. My stomach twisted up into knots the closer that we got to the front of the biggest house that I have ever seen. This place was at least three stories tall and looked to be roughly the size of two football fields just from the front.

"I can do this, I can do this," I chanted to myself under my breath as I clenched my hands tightly. Squeezing Mac's fingers in my hand more tightly as the car slowed to a stop in front of the marble steps that led up to the two huge wooden front doors that were at least 12 to 15 feet high. The doors looked like they were hand carved with the amount of detail that I could see even from where I sat in the car on the driveway.

The car stopped and I felt like I was going to puke. I watched the driver get out and walk over to my door. When he opened it, I was met by the flashing of cameras and lots of voices. Mac gave me a gentle nudge on my back when I hesitated getting out of the car. I stepped out of the backseat still hand-in-hand with Mac, as he trailed just behind me. He let go of my hand and wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked towards the stairs.

"Just ignore them and keep walking forward, they aren't allowed into the house," Mac whispered into my ear as some of the paparazzi pushed their cameras into my face. I nodded slowly as I smiled nervously to the paparazzi as we continued to the stairs and up into the house. There were hundreds of people milling around everywhere in fancy suits, and immensely expensive looking evening gowns. Every female that we passed had on at least a small handful of diamonds or other precious stones decorating their necks, wrists, and even their hair. "Like the suit now?"

"Yeah, somehow even with knowing how expensive this was I still feel underdressed," I muttered as I could feel eyes on me from the other people that we walked past. Mac chuckled before returning his attention to scanning the room.

"You do still look great, for what its worth," Mac replied as he gave a small wave to someone in the crowd. I looked over to where Mac was looking and saw Andy in a navy-blue suit along with a girl that was in a dark green mermaid styled evening gown that just hovered an inch above the floor. She had on a pearl necklace and pearl earrings, and long white gloves that extended past her elbows. Her blonde hair was done up rather simply pulled back into a bun with a diamond hair stick, sticking out of the side of the bun.