"What are you going to wear to the party tonight Gemma?", my mother asked, I could feel her sitting at the foot of my California king sized bed. I still had the sheets over my head and didn't want to fully come out of my resting state yet, but if I didn't answer her she'd just ask again. I reluctantly sat up and looked at my mom.
We looked like identical twins that were aged about 10 years apart. We both have jet black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. I could grant my looks to the vampire in me, and all of my unique ancestors, that I know nothing about by the way. So basically my mom lookd like an older sister.
"I think that you should wear that little hot pink Dior dress, the one with the sweetheart neck line. It would really do something to enhance your features". She said looking at my chest, trying to assess something. Probably wondering why I hadn't inherited her D cups. Well hopefully Liz was luckier in this department. She was14, so we'd find out soon.
I rolled my eyes, "I don't care how my tits look", I said, annoyed. She gave me a disapproving look, i'm guessing for my use of the word tits. Well, oops, she'd live. I slipped out of bed and went into my bathroom to shower. It's one of my favorite things to do since it's so comforting and warm and relaxing. Plus my mom can't nag me in here right?
"Gemma, don't walk away from me when i'm talking to you." She snapped. Ahh, I always speak too soon.
"I'm serious, you have to make a choice. And make sure that you keep it tasteful eventhough we're going for a sexy look." she scolded.
"Yes, mother, because I would've walked out of here tonight looking like a stripper had you not warned me." I scoffed.
"Gemma, don't use that sarcastic tone with me, I just need to make sure that none of the other covens have anything to talk about tonight." She retorted. I guess someone didn't appreciate all that sass this early in the morning. No matter, i'd be here all day. She could come back when she was feeling up to it.
The party my mother was reffering to was fellow vamp Sarah Dalton's coming of age party. The big 18. This was ganna suck, no pun intended.
I got out of the shower to see that my mom was gone, cue sigh of releif. I dried off and decided to wear a mint green sweater with a gold zipper in the back, some white skinny jeans, and nude colored flats. I brushed my hair and pulled it straight to the back of my head into a ponytail.
Walking into the kitchen I was greeted by my mom, dad, younger sister, Liz, and our servant Elina. She served us our blood in crystal goblets.
Breakfast went as it usually did. I never really talked much. Liz, my younger sister, talked to my parents and Elina. And my parents talked about important family matters with each other. I mostly listened to mom and dad speak.
I went outside to find Lucy to see what we were up to today. This spring morning was gloomy lookinng, like it might rain later on. I walked out of the french doors of my family dwelling, down the granite stairs, and onto the gravel path.
"Hey Gems, Lucy had just walked right in my direction in the courtyard of the palace grounds. It was like mixing Versailles with wealthy vampires. Lucy was our vampiric version of a princess. In fact I ranked just below her for the title since she was my cousin and she was the only daughter in her family. Everyone who was high ranking in our government or who was royalty in the country lived here.
"Hey, you exited for Sara's party tonight?", I smiled sweetly, knowing what her answer would sound like.
Lucy raised an eyebrow at me, "Do you honestly think I give a shit about Sara Dalton's party?"
"So why are you giving her such an awesome present?", I asked
"Well I'm just amazed she hasn't been annoying me too much lately, so that's why I let her have the party in Canter's Ballroom."
Lucy had a messed up, but funny sense of humor. She sereously let a girl use the third most important ballroom in the palace because she hadn't gotten on her nerves recently. But if you knew Sara, that was an acheivement worthy of a gift.
Lucy and I were alike in some ways, we both had common interests like fashion, music, making fun of stuck up people and stuff like that. Not to mention she could probably be a triplet to my mom and I. Same black hair, green eyes, all that. All my female cousins were like that.
"Um, I was just headed back to get my bag, then i'm off to 5th Avenue, wanna come?", she asked.
"Sure, could use something besides the boob dress to wear tonight"
Lucy looked confused,"What?"
"My mom. She keeps trying to get me to wear things to show off my figure, you know, to make me more appealing to him." I explained.
She instantly understood. "Ahhh, Captain Ass-wipe. I feel for you. I got stuck with Captain Man-whore. Well they're both kinda an ass wipe and a man whore at the same time. It's just each of them shows one trait more than the other trait. Mine is only about 40% ass wipe, and yours is about 40% man-whore", She said.
"Let's just go get our outfits" I gave her a puzzled look, "You really can babble, you know that?"
"Just one of my many talents", she gave a little mock bow.
I smiled at her and then walking back twards the house we set out on our journey.
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