'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wellington,
We hoped that this letter finds you well, we are from the Mason's Company have decided to invite you and your whole family to our social event on the 1st of January to celebrate New Years Eve altogether with other wealthy people. We highly recommends your daughter MISS W to attend this event and of course alongside is her one and only personal assistant, Miss. Flynn. As been said above we're very much likely expecting your presence and knowing MISS W she probably wouldn't come but if she could make it we would be ever so more grateful.
—Clark Mason, rightful
owner of the Mason company.'
Brielle sigh reading letter for the umpteenth time, lord knows just how much she hate these social events especially with her panic attacks and all. Letting out a frustrated sigh she finally caught her assistant's attention who turn away from the books she was arranging, walking towards her master she went up facing her and crossing her hands to her chest.
"What seems to be ever the matter dear mistress?or is it the ending of Dishonored 2 again?" Flynn spoke softly as she kneeled in front of Brielle.
Handing out the letter, Flynn gently took it and starts reading it which she end up letting out a content sigh as Brielle slowly slid off her the sofa and start moping on the floor. Flynn shake her and chuckle slightly knowing her little master very well an idea popped in her head suddenly a smirk carved on her pale face.
"You know they really insist on your presence so why not just attend? besides, this place is not far from a game store and from what I heard Horizon is a pretty good game?" Flynn say helping her master properly sit on the sofa once more seeing her face lit up with excitement hearing the word 'game store' she properly stood and face Flynn sternly she ask;
"Are you trying something here Flynn? Why the sudden thought?" Brielle cross her arm and carefully inspecting Flynn.
"Oh dear mistress how about a deal hm? We go to this social event and you social with not more than FIVE people excluding your family a few sips of drinks and then we check this game store out maybe get some new games?"
There was a moment of silence since Brielle needs it for thinking the sly smirk that was plastered on Flynn's face stretched knowing she has already officially won this round.
"So have we a deal, MISS W?"
"We do indeed oh dear Flynn..."
They immediately race towards the dressing room to pick out their outfits for tomorrow's event, who'd know what's in store for our dear MISS W....
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FanfictionBrielle Wellington the second daughter in the highest class family, famously known as MISS W with her personal assistant Flynn. Her extraordinary skills in the designing unique fashion styles have brought her family's company to the limelight. Littl...
