The Invitation

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It was a hot afternoon, I was lying on my bed looking at the ceiling, wondering what to do with my life, what if there was a purpose or destiny to be served by every soul lost in my thoughts there was a beep sound, beep... Beep... I stretched my arm on the bed trying to figure out where was my cell. I loved my phone like anything, it was sleek pebble blue S3 and it was everything for me my diary, my paint book and all the amazing apps and not to forget the darling Google where would I be if there was no Google. I looked at the notification stating you have a mail, I clicked read it was an invitation from Emma Leech thanks to my cell I came across these amazing writers and their fantastic work, I read the email carefully Emma has invited her work dark work addicts to France to attend a special ball party. I read the mail again and again, blinking and wondering if it was really possible. France? Really I thought meeting Emma and all the readers, I texted my buddy Sha telling her about the mail she joked about how obsess I am with all the characters and books, “come on, if it’s really what you say it is” trying her best to make sense out of all this, “Well, then go ahead, France, ball who knows what’s next, it’s your age and time to explore so hush hush pack your bags and seem like an adventure awaits  you.” I promised I would text her once I reach there what could really go wrong, I mean, if nothing it might turn out to be a great trip. So I packed my bags and crossed my fingers readying myself for the journey.

I arrived at the French airport little late as my flight was delayed I kept looking around to see any dark addict’s face or for a clue as I felt very nervous I was holding my cell like my life depended on it, with my luggage I stood outside the airport looking left to right wondering what to do next, where everyone else was. Biting my lips at least I should have Google it before coming how stupid can I be! Huh! Sitting on my suitcase now feeling like an idiot holding my face in hand deciding what to do next my thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice, I looked up at her she smiled forwarding her hand with a friendly gesture “bonjour” she said, I looked around to see who she was talking to, she took a step forward.

 “Hello, I am Aleish you must be Minz” she said softly, she was in pretty skinny white jeans, blue shirt and stilettos, “ Yes, I am here for a ball arranged by Emma” I informed , “Off course, Emma such a lovely person with a vivid imagination” she affirmed, “Oh dear thank you for admiring my outfit” she said with cheerfulness in her voice, as I turned pink with nervousness like she could plainly read my thoughts at that moment or maybe I was just a startled cat being obvious, “Where are the rest of the people?” I queried “They will join you soon half of them are already there, so we shall hurry now, ah that’s our ride” she pointed in the direction of a black sleek Ferrari I opened my mouth to say something but decided to stay quiet France and Ferrari this is getting interesting minute by minute, she giggled adding “ Thanks dear ” again responding to my thoughts, she started marching towards the car and stopped “ Minz, please don’t ever mention in front of my brother that  I  drove that, he is just not a supporter of machines” I nodded obediently doubting not fan of machine this is Ferrari who is not a  fan of such beautiful machine! I got into the passenger seat and did my belt, Aleish was a smooth driver and a head to toe polished young gorgeous lady with a pleasant personality, I should have goggle so I could have at least started a conversation or used translator to memorize few basic words. I looked at my S3, my friend Ash use to tease me as it was not my phone but boyfriend as I could not imagine life without it, “You love that cell phone way too much sweetheart, God knows what’s holding you else you would be kissing it all over.” She said with a grin… I was stunned as the ice was I that obvious or she could really I mean Na do not be ridiculous, I told myself.

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