Love Unexpectedly

Chapter 7

"Oh Hi Cassandra. You're late darling." An irritated Mrs. Fitzgerald reminded me. She's the oldest in our group and the most notorious in punctuality. She doesn't tolerate tardiness even if you're just five minutes late. Well, safe to say I've never been late before. This is my first time being late though.

"My apologies Mrs. Fitzgerald, I was just having a wardrobe disaster this morning. I couldn't find a perfect dress for today's brunch." I told her with great despair and with exaggerating hand gestures to add an extra flare for dramatic effect. I have to look truly in distress but inside I was giggling uncontrollably. With these people, you have to always play the part of a spoiled heiress.

"Oh, you poor dear. I had the same thing happened to me yesterday! My maxi dresses were mixed with the new clothes I bought. And they were midi!" That's Tiffany, the most high maintenance socialite I've ever meet. I don't know how her husband handles her extravagant lifestyle. Though he is a billionaire so it might just be a penny for him.

"Oh my! That's truly catastrophic!" Exclaimed Amanda. Another spoiled heiress that only spends her money on surgeries. Hmmm...Does her husband ever told her that she looks like Michael Jackson now? Her expressions doesn't change a bit.

"Oh, it's really a disaster! I had to fire my stylists for being unprofessional and irresponsible you know. You can't just mix the maxi and midi, they have to be in a different closet." Tiffany agrees with great exaggeration. Wait, did she had a new surgery too? The last time I saw her she didn't have that breast. Wow, her breasts are huge like it might burst any minute.

"It must be stressful then? I can't tolerate those people!" I look at Veronica, compared to all of them I think she's the most underrated. She's more natural-looking and less spoiled I guess. And she always has a genuine smile on her face.

"Ugh, totally I immediately went to my favorite SPA to release all those negative tensions." Wait, are we still about the maxi-midi dress drama? Is it really that a big deal? And who does that anyway? Separating the maxi from the midi? I thought they were just the same!

"Right.. I mean, you should go to my therapist. She's really good and...blah...blah...blah..." Yup, I tuned out most part of their conversation. I just smile and nod pretending that I understand what they're saying. I just want to enjoy my meal first before tackling the crucial part of this gathering.

I finished my sumptuous brunch which consists of salad and more salad. Ugh, I might become a goat after this meal. I look at the neighboring table longingly. Hmm yum! bacon, sausage, egg, and ooh they have steaks too. Why can't we order normal food? I should have eaten something before I left home. I'm still hungry. I want to eat more but if I take another serving they would think I'm an alien. They already looked disgusted when I took a second batch of that dreadful green-leafy food.

God, how I kept my sanity intact with this kind of people is beyond me. I mentally said to myself.

To avoid looking at the other table I decided to follow the other two ladies in the washroom. I was inside a cubicle when I heard someone talking.

"Do you think we will finish this meeting soon?" Is that Amanda's voice? It's a little high like a little girl shouting, yeah that's her.

"Why? Are you going to see your new boy toy?" And I'm pretty sure that's Louise. She has a husky sexy voice.

"Oh shut up Louise! Someone might hear you." Amanda said giggling.

"Oh come on everyone knows you're a slut, Amanda." The other woman said teasingly. Well to be honest they're both sluts.