Victoria, Audrey's best friend, invites her to a rich kid's masquerade ball and she attends because 'Hey! There's free food'. She just never expected the huge turn of events.
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"What in the world is this?" I questioned my best friend at the table next to me. We were seated in the cafeteria for lunch period, but we weren't concerned about the rancid food — if you could even call it food — seated on our trays. The whole cafeteria was abuzz as people muttered words to their cliques
She reached out to hit my hand. "Ow..." I moaned, as she retracted the slightly crumpled up invitation away from my grasp.
"This..." She glared at me, trying — but failing miserably — to straighten out the wrinkled piece of cardboard paper. "... is incredibly important."
"It's just an invitation, Vicky. No need to get so pissed off," I stated matter-of-factly.
"First off, do not call me Vicky— you know the reason why..." I snorted. She hated the name because of Vicky from Fairly Odd Parents. She had told me it made her feel evil and I would always laugh because she was evil. "... Second, This is an invitation to the most important party you'll probably ever be invited to in your life."
I took offense to that. "Hey!" I complained, as I grabbed my fork to poke at the mystery lunch. Yea... I wasn't gonna ingest that, I pushed my tray away.
"The point is, this masquerade ball..."
"A masquerade ball?" I raised a brow. Who still organizes those things these days?
She glared at me once again, making me conclude that she was indeed Vicky. "The point is..." She reiterated. "This was organized for the birthday party of Alexander Fabrello."
I wasn't the type who knew much about the world or the people in it. I stayed at home, except from school and visits to friends' houses, waiting for boy band comebacks. I had no idea who Alexander Fabrello was and I decided to voice my thoughts. "Who's Alexander Fabrello?"
Vicky gaped at me like I had just done a triple front flip, which I have no idea how to do. "How can you not know Alexander?"
"I just don't know him," I told her, not really concerned about the whole thing. Besides, I knew she had a tendency to embellish things and I honestly didn't care about what she talked about 10% of the time — which is a lot considering she is my best friend. We were way too different to be best friends but we both knew what the other wanted, that was what kept us together since elementary school.
It was symbiotic, really.
"He's the heir to the freaking company my dad works in. I had to beg a thousand times before my dad could give me one for you and I..." Her words faded as I realized how hungry I was. I skipped breakfast this morning all because I had woken up late and had no time to grab something edible — not even a freaking apple. I arrived in school 15 minutes into the first period and decided to skip the class. "Rich... no one knows how he looks... heir... ball... everyone wants to attend..."
