Vendetta

01 Venetian clouds

Venetian: relating to Venice or its people.
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It was a very boring day for Mila pretty much just like the one that has preceded and probably like the one that will follow as well, for living among posh people who value frames rather than the picture itself made her feel as though she were an appetizer for them to garnish with flattering words she didn't even ask for.
They craved the filling feeling of criticizing others to cover up for their hollow souls which kept the hunger for news and rumors gnawing on their insides.

And there she was twirling a cup of tea in her hands whilst eyeing the plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of the number one gossip girl Tatiana Morris. She could've eaten one or two, but she wasn't up for a whole "carbs conversation" from the group of posh girls in front of her.

Who the hell orders cookies if they're just going to place them for decoration? She grimaced.

That's right the aristocratic plastic crew her father forced her to befriend in order to support his reelection campaign as the governor of California.

"Girls don't forget the masquerade this Friday. Chiara's dad has gotten us all boarding tickets, but don't forget the dress code and the masks." Kylie grinned taking a sip of her sugar free tea cup.

Damn talk about the bitterness, Mila rolled her eyes.

"What? What masquerade? I was not informed of such a thing?" The dumbfounded brunette raised an eyebrow.

"Such a thing? Honey this is one the biggest masquerades Chiara's dad is throwing for her twenty first birthday in Venice, and if you haven't been immersed in your pointless cello practice, you would've opened our group chat and read all the details."

"Yes remember our group, the one you kindly open every 10 years." Tatiana snickered whilst checking her witch like nails.

Oh no she didn't, actually that is kind of right. Mila thought to herself.

"First of all my cello practice is a divine blessing to your undeserving ears, and you are all blessed to have this personally handpicked baby yoda meme as your boring group's icon. Heck I even photo shopped a tiara on his head to make it seem worthy of your fancy group.  And it is not my fault I have loads of services to deliver, you know how my existence is pretty much trivial for the human race's survival." She shrugged whist keeping on her poker face.

"I can't imagine how this creature belongs to our society with this vulgar taste in humor." Kylie placed her hand over her chest in the most dramatic way ever.

"Just be there, and don't embarrass us. Actually most importantly don't embarrass your father."

"Oh my dearest comrades don't worry I'll be there, and I definitely won't wear my chandelier hat nor my reindeer onesie." Mila waved her hand in the poshest way ever to the disgusted girls while grabbing the whole plate of cookies she was eye raping the entire time and stuffing her mouth with the delicious bits of the chewy cookies.

"Ciao." She blew them a kiss before heading out.

Mila huffed while leaving these "peers of the realm" daydreaming in their luxurious castles, for she had better things to do and nope it was not studying for her finals, but rather sitting in the comfort of her room with her precious laptop, or playing something on her cello pretty much anything but studying.

She might not be a studying enthusiast, but Mila was always told that if she studied a bit more, she'd top her class.
In fact, her professors always said that she had a very brilliant and inventive mind and a tendency to do things her own way, but she needed to tame it down a bit and put more effort into her lectures.