It’s amazing what the internet could do. Just a few clicks and remarkably, invitations to all the wealthiest people are sent.
I was having a get together. I mentioned in the online invite that both Marcus and Alexander- the owners of the biggest industries would be there.
If they weren’t planning on coming before, they sure as hell were now.
The reason for this get together at my apartment was so I could make myself noticed and prehaps form reliable sources. That and so I could have a little fun.
Champagne and a good laugh.
The prospect of it being at my apartment may sound a little wary, however thanks to the big fortune my parents unintentionally left behind, I owned a fairly luxurious apartment.
I guess Marcus, Max and Catelyn couldn’t get a hold of all my parents money.
Putting aside my dull thoughts, I placed the final bottles of champagne and wine on the table, and stood up straight with a pleased sigh.
My phone pinged countless times, signalling the amount of people attending for tonight. I had to say, it was quite a bit.
On occasions like this I felt like my old self. Like Samantha. I felt all giddy about getting dressed up and having an excuse to wear a five thousand dollared dressed.
At the thought of my dress, I rushed to my room and walked over to my wardrobe. Guests would arrive in a few hours and a girl has to take her time.
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I stood facing the full body length mirror, as I ran my hands along the side of my hips, tiliting my head.
I wore a blood red dress. The front was lowly cut, showing cleavage- and the dress reached down to the floor. I put my hair back and red lipstick on, along with heels.
I looked good. I knew that. I also knew that I had to look good to remain interesting to Marcus.
As if on que, the doorbell to my apartment rang. I took in a sharp intake of breath and quickly rushed to the door, careful with my heels.
I pulled open the door and I put on a wide smile. On the other side of the door, there was a large group of different people in elegant clothing.
“You must be Victoria!”
“Is Mr Celeste going too be here?”
“I’ll have a glass of champagne,”
“Is that food I see?”
… and thats how it all began.
An hour later my apartment was flooded with people, mingling with one another, laughing, and clinging wine glasses together.
Marcus nor Alexander had yet to make an appearance.
The laughter in the room concealed the soft music in the background and I gracefully sat on a nearby stool, after conversating with many people.
“Victoria,” a voice said and my head snapped to my side to see Marcus leaning on the bench beside me, holding a wine glass.
“Marcus!” I said in fake joy as I lept up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I felt one of his arms circle around my waist and his hand was lower than where a gentleman should place.
I leaned back and gave him my best smile.
“I’m glad you came,” I cooed and batted my eyelashes at him.
Liar.
“Missed me?” Marcus asked in smugness.
“Of course!”
No way.
“Good.”
Go kill yourself.
I slightly turned my body away and looked around at the crowd trying to tame my murderous thoughts.
A group of three, advanced towards where I was standing and I gave them a polite smile. However they all simply rushed passed me and went over to Marcus, giving him posh greetings.
In all honesty I was grateful. I walked over to my kitchen. It was the only vacant place and I grabbed a spare glass of champagne. I brought it to my lips, onto to have it snatched out of my hands.
I frowned and turned around to see an attractive Alexander standing and taking a sip out of my champagne.
“You came,” I simply stated.
“Fancy a drink?” Alexander asked with a playful smirk as he offered me my beverage back.
I rolled my eyes but accepted anyway.
“You’re late you know.”
“No,” Alexander said in a low voice, “-everyone else is simply early,” he whispered in a husky tone as he took a step closer.
I looked up and peered into his dark eyes. Even with heels he managed to tower over me.
“Well…” I trailed off not knowing what to say and getting lost in his eyes.
“Victoria? Where are-”
I snapped out of my daze and my eyes widened as I saw a pissed off Marcus at the entry of the kitchen.
Alexander sighed and stood up tall, peering at Marcus.
“What is he doing here?” Marcus asked in disgust, not moving a muscle, “don’t tell me you invited him Victoria,” Marcus scowled as he looked at me in anger.
I gulped and shook my head aggressively.
Shit.
“Quite the opposite actually,” Alexander said in a casual tone, saving the day.
“I haven’t met this lovely woman until now. I’d hate to say it- but I was crashing the party. Thought I’d have some fun.”
“What are you Celeste? Sixteen?” Marcus snapped and I bit my lip in anxiousness.
This was not good.
“Actually, I’m twenty four Williams,” Alexander spat out the last word.
Marcus looked at Alexander in fury and I remained quiet not knowing what to do. I was grateful the crowd were on the other side of the wall.
Suddenly Marcus smirked.
“Let me guess. Still haven’t forgave me about Rebecca?” Marcus said in so much smugness.
However Alexander was the opposite. As soon as he heard that name his whole body froze and he stopped breathing.
I got a little scared and if it wasn’t for the tension in the air I would’ve said something.
But this wasn’t my war. This was something between them. Something serious.
“Did you just…” Alexander trailed of in a dangerous voice.
I thought he’d maybe walk away or yell at Marcus.
But what I didn’t expect, was for him to tackle Marcus to the ground.
“Alexander!” I gasped.
He was on top of Marcus and started throwing numerous punches into Marcus’ face.
Marcus yelled and tried to sit up but Alexander kept going at him.
Blood started pouring.
“Alexander,” I insisted.
However I didn’t do much to stop it. If anything I was enjoying it.
Hearing camera flashes behind me, turning around, I saw a bunch of paparazzis taking numerous photos of the scene.
How did they get in here!
Immediately, people started hearing the commotion and came running in.
Alexander threw blow after blow and Marcus laid hopelessly on the ground while everyone stood around in shock.
Well.
Guess whats going to be on the front page of every magazine.