#450 in chicklit!

Chapter 5-

The limo driver greets us outside when we got out. Wearing a low top hat and suit, he tips it slowly and opens the door of the black stretch vehicle.

"Wow," I mutter as I walk toward it. Viola heads in first and I'm right after. The interior is wide space, complete with mini fridge and champagne. The ball starts at 9pm, the limo starts and takes off to the event. We are definitely driving in style.
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The drive to the ball felt like hours but it only took thirty minutes, my palms begin to sweat again so I let them dry on its own instead of wiping it on my dress or the leather seats of the limo.

I start to fidget in my seat, waiting for the car to stop so i can get this over with.

"So here's the plan: drink, dance, eat and flirt." My sister tells me simply and I nod absentmindley. The limo comes to a halt, jolting us foward a bit.

Oh my God we're actually here, its now or never to see what the fuss is about. My sister shakes my shoulder softly, I turn to her seeing that she has a huge grin on her face.

I smile back to her, feeling a little uplifted about tonight. It could be fun.

The door opens for us, we step out of the limo slowly. The driver telling us with a kind smile to have a beautiful and magical night.

Loud music was muffled as we approached the high building, I pick up the end of my dress so I don't trip over the elegant black party.

A doorman suited as well nods a salutation to us opening the ballroom door, goosebumps prickle my skin as I wait for what's inside.

We both put on our masks before we head in.

My jaw drops and eyes almost pop out of my head at the extravagant design: Bright overhead lighting, the entire room is light gold, candles on each table.

People sitting and conversing with each other donned with their masks. Women in different colored dresses and lengths, men in perfect tailored suits. Its so beautiful, my ogling is disrupted by a pinch on my arm.

"Ow. Stop the violence," I yell over the music.

"Look at those two girls over there. They're wearing short red dresses like the ones I picked." I follow her eyesight to see the two girls wearing it, one of them even hikes it up to make it shorter.

"I think we chose wisely." My eyes find a waiter holding shrimp appetizers, I speed walk to him grabbing a handful, thanking him gracefully before scarfing them down.

All the preparation and nerves for tonight made me hungry. "Mmmm, these are so good! Viola you have to try this," I turn to my right but the space that my sister/body guard was occupying was gone.

I roll my eyes as I continue to eat the appetizers. Lots of pastries and finger food were being served while people conversed.

The classical music surrounding the room, I sway my to the soft instruments while I ate the delectable food.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight," a man says in a regal tone in the microphone in a dark blue suit and tie completed with a black mask, "on behalf of the Anderson family, please welcome their graciousness!" He starts to slow clap and everyone else joins him, I brush my hands together from the crumbs and clap too.

The door opens with a whoosh sound as all our heads turn to it, the family walks in steadily and their masks on as well. The mother's eggshell white dress is blinding yet beautiful, hair curled in perfection in a white mask.

Her husband behind her, tall, hair coifed and wearing a black mask. The two sons blue suits are right behind their father, reaching the height of their father and hair styled simply and gelled.

Their daughter comes last, feathered red dress that reaches to her ankles and high ponytail curled at the end. I have never seen anything so glamorous in my life. I feel like I'm dreaming, in a trance even but I don't want to wake up.

Their presence is so regal, they say no family is perfect but they are. "The party continues in the main ballroom so please make your way to the left," the announcer tells us. Wait there's a main ballroom? Oh my gosh, where's Viola? I hope she's in the crowd.

I follow the directions along with the others, I had this eerily feeling that someone had their eyes on me.