Name Blame, the Bonding Game

Boulevard Central

"Text from mom: Don't worry about clothes, dates have been lined up, your outfits and stylists have been called and are waiting. Be home in fifteen minutes we leave at 6." I read out-loud. "Why would she arrange a date when I already have a boyfriend?"

"I don't know, but as long as you don't kiss him it's okay with me." Ivan says.

"Trust me, kissing will not be happening if it's up to me."

"I'd beat him up before he got a chance." Holland says.

Time to get ready for our benefit. Johnathan drops us off at the door of our manor's gate and Holland unlocks the gate we both walk in. I turn and wave to my friends. They all smile and wave back. Ivan smiles at me. I can't help but smile back.

"Mother, Father." I call into the house.

"You're parents are busy getting ready Miss Marisa." Charlotte tells me, "Come, Miss."

"Master Holland," Jared comes into the foyer taking both of our coats, "It's time to get you ready for tonight." Holland and I both get ushered off to our suits.

"Shower, we'll work on your hair, make up and outfit when you're done." Jackie says as she plugs in all her hair devices. I nod and head to the on-suite. My room is probably my favorite room in the manor, aside from Holland's room, the game room, the music and art rooms. Imagine a five-star penthouse suite at a hotel. that's my room, minus the kitchen anyway. The main door of my bedroom opens up to a sitting room , then off the sitting room is a huge two level walk in, an office, an on-suite, and then the bedroom. It also connects to my own personal attic, I love it.

"What if we put your hair up like this?" My stylist asks as he does something to it.

"You know I trust you with my hair, just make sure I don't lose any." I tell him.

"This is why I love working with your hair." He says spinning my chair so I'm not facing the mirror.

"We'll do your makeup as usual. Your natural beauty will be the star." My makeup consultant says as she begins working. I just smile and nod.

"Your mother sent me to fetch this." My clothes consultant says as he flourishes a pale gold dress for me to see. His assistant holds out shoes, and displays the jewelry. "The crown must be worked into her hair Martin."

"Yes yes, I know Donald," My stylist says.

"Done, you're my favorite master piece." Samantha says stepping back after finishing my makeup. "Donald, you destroy my masterpiece I will make sure you never design or work in clothes again," she threatens him.

"Wouldn't dream of it doll, it's your expertise that helps bring out the outfits." Donald says.

"Don't forget the hair." Martin says, 

"And you all would need Miss Keaton, or you'd be out of a job." Charlotte says, "She's running behind schedule, she's to be in the limousine in five minutes, come on let's hurry or you'll all be cut from the Keaton payroll."

They send me behind folding screen to change into the dress. It's silky and smooth, it rustles while I walk. The dress hangs off my shoulders. I step out from behind the folding screen and turn in the dress.

"Donald, your work as usual is absolutely stunning." I tell him. His assistant hands me the shoes and I put them on before they help me with my jewelry.

"You're ready princess." Samantha, Donald, and Martin agree. The only thing they ever agree on is when I'm completely ready for the events. I smile as I grab my clutch and head down the main stairs.