Each year my parents host a huge party for my birthday in order to display their "affection" for me. It's usually the party of the year, and all those who are invited typically show up. The parties are huge and glamourous, portraying the lifestyle we live. Typically before the celebration my parents and I gather for a photo shoot for the media to eat up. Afterwards the party is left in my hands and my creators flee off to their private island somewhere in the Carribeans for a week to avoid spending time with me.
All the invitations were sent out weeks ago, but 1 is yet to be delivered in the next few hours.
Upon receiving my lecture I hurried off into the house in search of extra invitations. I knew my mother had them somewhere around, most likely in her office. Once I finally find the room, I notice that the invitations are in plain sight. Slipping one of the invites into my purse I head out of the room and into where my old bedroom used to be.
Opening the door to my childhood room, my mind is flooded with memories of the past. The room looks untouched but still so clean as if I had been here just yesterday. The bed is made to perfection, with pillows fluffed and blankets folded nicely. Rows upon rows of old designer shoes and bags are still placed on one of the walls. My vanity is polished well and still holds old jewelry. But the one piece of the room that holds a place in my heart is the window seat peering out onto the alluring city. This was the one place in the mansion that I could be left alone and in peace.
I finally take a seat at my old desk and reach into my bag for the invite. Taking off the black velvet envelope I glance at the over exaggerated invitation and read the bullshit that my parents have written.
Please join us in honor of our beautiful daughter Adrianna's 24th birthday on April 17th, at the 1 Oak club.
Dress code: Black and White
Rolling my eyes at the half witted invitation, I place it down and rest my forehead into my palms. Irritation is quick to take over my mind. I close my eyes and try to think of the last time I actually had a decent birthday. After minutes go by of pondering I give up, it's always been this way since I can remember. Don't get me wrong I love my birthday, but I'm so sick of these extravagant parties. No one there cares about me personally and is only there to party.
When I glance down at my phone I find that its 12 in the afternoon leaving me enough time to get the invite sent out by today. I'll have one of the drivers deliver the slip.
In the midst of thinking my childhood door slams open revealing a bubbly girl with black hair curled to perfection rushing in.
"Adrianna, why didn't you tell me you were visiting today, I've missed you so much," my cousin, Camila, shrieks.
Camila is the daughter of my mother's sister. Since her mother passed almost six years ago she has been staying with us. She is the only person I can consider the closest to me. She's like the little sister I've never had, but now the little girl I once knew is 19 and attending UCLA.
"Oh you know how I love to come home and surprise my parents with visits," I say sarcastically.
She laughs at my remark and embraces me for a hug. The vanilla smell from her hair comforts me deeply and has me smiling for once since stepping into the hell hole I once called home.
She pulls away and takes a seat at the desk and glances over the contents I have out.
"I thought these were sent out a while ago? Are you sending out another, if so for who? Oh my gosh do you have a secret boyfriend?"
"Yes, yes, and no," I answer to her many questions while placing myself in the chair across from her.
Her big brown eyes peer into mine with mischief. She smirks at me, "You didn't answer my question regarding who it's for."
"For my new acquaintance," I tell her.
"Mmmhmmm," she draws out while clasping her manicured hands together. "Anyways talking about the party, have you picked out your outfit? I'm so excited to see how gorgeous you'll look, but I'll need some help planning mine too. "
I beam at her compliment and discuss with her for the next few hours on plans for Saturday night. Afterwards I send the invitation to be sent out and drive home to be able to relax for the rest of the night.
Entering my penthouse in exhaustion I kick off my shoes enjoying the feeling of the cool floor against my skin. I didn't do much today but being with my parents for even 5 minutes exhausts me. I walk into the kitchen in search of some wine to enjoy while taking a bath. Settling on Rosé, I grab a wine glass and head to my bathroom. I set them down beside the sink and turn on the water faucet while adding in some soap. As I take off my clothes I can't help but look in the mirror. My body is fit but still has a few scars that are permanently littered onto my body. As a child I was treated horribly, but I stray from thinking of the past.
Warm against my skin the water relaxes me. I pour the wine that is beside me into the glass and leaned back into the tub.
I can't help but wonder if Brooks has received my invite, signifying an olive branch to start over. I need him in order to help me out in the future. It's not like I couldn't pick one of my colleagues, but having Brooks would mean my business wouldn't get out and I could keep this from my parents. Thinking back to the night of blackjack I realise that my running into him was a great fortuity. Hopefully he'll easily work with me and make my life simpler. But just hoping isn't always enough.
STAI LEGGENDO
Playing with Fire
Storie d'amore"The medias golden girl," was a term often associated with Adrianna Luna. She is a woman who cares greatly for others and who sets the perfect example as a role model. As the daughter of the wealthiest family in the country; Adrianna holds high expe...
