The Match

Prologue

[Katrina Lioba's POV]

First of all, the Lioba family was well-known.

Well, well known in the arts industry, I guess.

But me and my cousins liked to throw parties whenever we get the chance to- we are rich, anyway.
Not that I'm bragging.

Anyway, today was the day our halloween party is commencing, and I'm still figuring out which to wear.

"Oh, come on, Kai! We've talked about this, you're wearing your vampire costume, alright?" My cousin, Macy Reynolds, huffed.

"But what if someone wears it? You know the policy, right?"

"Of course I do! And I'm 100% sure the guest list is accurate. So stop your drama and just change already!"

"Okay, okay, geez," I muttered, then walked inside my closet.

I grabbed my Victorian-styled vampire gown and took out a couple of make-up. I don't actually know how to use an eyeliner or which eye shadow color suits me most but heh, I don't really care.

I stared at my mirror and shrugged. I wasn't really trying to impress anyone, I hardly even know half of the people in the guest list, so...

I took out the black kitten heels (yes, I'm a shoeligan and I know the difference between kitten heels and mary janes and jimmy choos, okay?) and placed it on my foot.

I dashed out of the door, realizing I'm late and Macy might leave me alone any minute now.

"MAAAAACY WAIT FOR ME YOU FUCKO!" I yelled, throwing a rock at the speeding black matte car.

It hit the side of the car and she stopped. Oops.

She went out of the car, her eyes glinting furiously.

"GET IN YOU SHITHEAD, BEFORE I CHOP YOUR LIMBS OFF!"

I dashed to her car, laughing all the way, silently thanking my baseball skills.

She huffed at me and we sped our way to the venue, our ancestral house.

--

As soon as we got there, Macy parked directly in front of the gates, and we hopped off.

The party was starting, but it was semi-formal and a bit old-fashioned. The song were classical and people weren't shouting the lyrics to Wiggle or Anaconda (Thank God).

I stood next to random people, and some raised an eyebrow on me.

'What in the world?' I thought, rolling my eyes.

And as I rolled my eyes, on my peripheral vision, the person standing next to me was wearing a fucking vampire costume. (Except it seemed cheaper and disposable, I actually got mine from my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-fucking great grandmother).

I stood stiffly and turned to him. "Uhm, not to be rude but, who the fuck are you?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm Peter Bolten, what about you?"

"Bolten, huh? Well did you even sign on the guest list?"

"W-what guest list? Karma Lioba dragged me here, and I guess I'm in it..."

"Karma?! Then where the heck is that little dipshit?" I said haughtily.

"Calm down, you haven't even told me your name-"

"Calm down?! Why don't you su-"

"Oh, there you are, Pete- wait, Peter, are you dating my cousin?" Karma just fucking pops out of nowhere.

"She's Kai?!"

I facepalmed and shrieked out of irritation. "No, you dipshit, you listed your little friend here as someone wearing a fucking bee costume, not a vampire!"

"A bee costume?!" Peter yelled in outrage.

"Calm down, you two. Uhm, Kai, about that, I may or may not have notified him of what to wear, and I saw a bee next to Serafina's hair so I thought about bee costumes. Sorry."

"But why did you just assume that we're dating?" Peter asked.

"Because the rule is only couples get to wear alike costumes," I answered for him.

"Oh."

A pregnant pause.

"Well, you two might as well act as lovers. Bye!"

"KARMA I SWEAR TO GO-"

"Just shut up, Kai," Peter said beside me.

"Easy for you to say, Mister Beeter."

"... Did you just make a horrible pun out of my name?"

"Nah, now let's go dance."