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Chapter 1: The Party

Perseverance definition:

Persistence in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success

"Chara, this was a bad idea. Dresses don't suit me. Why couldn't I have worn a suit as well?" I quietly complained, lifting up the hem of the navy blue dress with my left gloved hand, right arm linked around Chara's.
"You know as well as I do that this party is important Y/n, this is Jones' 9th election, and at least this time we're not serving staff." He said, as we walked up the stairs and into the town hall, my black heels and his black shoes clacking quietly against the stone.
"Yes, I know you're right, but his party is preposterous. Just by the invitation and its dress code, it sounds awful. It's just going to be filled with the same boring bullshit." I whispered, recalling the last time I came to a similar party as serving staff.
Chara chuckles slightly. "You're lucky Dad isn't here, and don't let anyone hear you say that, we won't get any business else."
I raise my eyebrows. "Apparently we're thinking of a different person." I smile, walking through the wide open doors.

"Miss Y/n and Mr Chara Shutz." An announcer's voice bellowed as we walked down the small set of stairs on the opposite side of the entrance door, the sound of our feet tapping against the quartz floor drowned by the polite applause of the other guests.
"Chara, my boy!" A friendly familiar voice called as we reached the near center of the giant ballroom, we turned our attention to the direction of said voice. Town Mayor; Caleb Jones, mid 30s. Been running for mayor for 10 years and only lost once, first campaign didn't go well with the locals. Close friend of my father, not a personal favourite of mine. His brown-blonde hair and light brown eyes always gives him a friendly atmosphere.
"Mr Jones!" Chara replies cheerily, unlinking my arm and shaking the mayor's hand. "Great to see you Sir! Congratulations on the 9th election! Glad to see you're still looking dapper."
"Oh, how sincere! Thank you Chara. Hello Y/n, lovely surprise to see you. I didn't expect your company this evening." Mr Jones extended his had to shake my own.
Happy that he at least offered a handshake as opposed to a stupid quip, I shake his hand, smiling at him.
"How could I possibly miss the chance to see our 'new' Mayor? Not to mention our Father practically pushed me out the door! He sends his regards, but there was business he had to attend to." He laughs at my remark.
"You were always a stubborn young miss! May I steal Chara away from you for a little while? I have an affair I wish to discuss with him." He asked politely. I internally sighed at his sad excuse of a quip and the fact that I despised being alone at parties, but knowing I could not refuse.
"Very well, I just suppose I'll have to survive by myself. You boys have fun!" I said as I plastered on a smile and nudged Chara towards him. Mr Jones put an arm around Chara's shoulders, leading him into the unfamiliar crowd. Chara looked back slightly with an apologetic look on his face as he was guided away. I smiled and waved at him with a black gloved hand, internally sighing once again.

Fantastic...

Hm...

Where's the wine?

After quickly swiping a wine glass from the tray of one of the serving staff, I slowly wade my way through the bustling crowd. This seems to be very high class, judging from the expensive jewelry, the expensive clothes and the fragmented pieces of chatter I hear as I pass by. I absolutely hate this.

After walking around for at least two hours, shaking hands and greeting some of my father's friends, I spot a small table near the back of the ballroom. Liking the small and secluded atmosphere of it, I quickened my pace and sat down, thankful for the break from the heels.
It's not that I don't appreciate the gifts of the long lavish navy dress and the almost shining black heels. The single strap and tight to loose flow down of it is amazing, I could feel some heads turn as I waded through the crowd, but it certainly isn't something I'm comfortable in. Well, all's fair in business and war.
I cross my left leg over my right and take a sip from my second wine glass, observing the extravagant pearly-white ballroom whilst recalling the last time Chara and I came to a similar party. I sigh, just becoming annoyed.
What a bastard.
I take another sip and try to calm down, once again surveying the room.
I have to say that they must have a large fund for this particular party. That's a new crystal chandelier from what I remember, the band playing music seems professional, higher class guests, expensive dress code and this wine is most certainly top notch. Hm...