The Rowan Ball was absolutely fantastic, it was beautiful. A large, crystal chandelier in the center of the ballroom.
They were even displaying some pretty rocking jewelry given by Jerry and Michelle Kingston, and Tamara and Johnathon Winslow.
The Winslow's were giving the Golden Egg of Croates, it was a beautiful golden-shelled egg. With diamond studs inside. Real diamonds. It must cost a fortune. And the Kingston's were giving a whole case of treasured gold coins that came from their ancestors.
When the Jacksons and Cartwrights arrived, the room lit up with warmth. Joshua and Vanessa had come by themselves, and the Jacksons and I came together. Michael and I were hand in hand as we headed toward the donators.
I couldn't find Shay anywhere though, I wonder where she's been.
Janet was a good sis--friend, I'm glad she allowed me to wear this mint-green, one-strap dress with golden roses clipped on the breasts.
My hair was curled to the side in a rose-bun, at least that's what Janet called it. I felt like I was overbalanced with makeup and thought I looked like Katniss Everdeen in her glittery attire.
"Stay here," said Michael, releasing my hand to lean over and kiss my cheek softly. "I think I just saw Ariel Paisley." I watched him disappear through the royal crowd of people.
I was glad he was okay, despite what this Ball was representing.
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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.
