When will I get to go to a ball that isn't the anniversary of someone's death? I had gone through my closet, now that I was actually going to be Michael's plus one, I had to find something perfect.
And I wish I had friends to give me opinions about it.
I sat on my bed, sighing, that I couldn't find anything.
The doorbell rang downstairs, I jumped in confusion. Heading down the stairs and twisting the door open.
"Janet?"
The Jackson daughter grinned; in her hand a tray of Starbucks cups, she stepped into the house. "Hello, Diana. I didn't know what kind of coffee you took, so I just pumped yours with a lot of sugar and a lot of cream."
I accepted the Stryrofoam cup, still confused. I heading to the door to close it.
"Uh," said Janet, pulling me back. "I have a few trunks coming in."
I widened my eyes, puzzled. "Trunks? Full of what?"
"Make up and dresses of course." Janet sighed. "My wardrobe was starving for dresses so I went out and got my hands on anything I could find, and then I thought of you." The Jackson daughter smiled. "Rowan would want tonight to be super special, and I'm going to make it just that."
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
