THALIA
When a woman dressed in a black suit approached me on a train track, whilst I was holding a bottle of blue spray paint in my left hand and a face covered with paint, I didn't hesitate to say no to her proposition:
BE HER BRIDESMAID AT HER WE...
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I walk towards the front door, trying to talk myself into believing I'm this confident boss bitch.
I'm reality, I'm scared shitless. But nobody needs to know that, do they.
I take a deep breath, tapping my fingers against my thigh anxiously.
The door slowly opens, a middle aged woman, I think a maid, opens the door with a gleaming smile. "Hello, ma'am. Thalia, I presume?"
I try to return the warm smile, but it's hard when I feel like I'm about to barf. "Yeah, that's me, thanks."
She opens the door wider and gestures towards the inside of the house.
I step inside.
This place is huge. Even the staircase is 10x the size of a normal staircase. I can literally see my own reflection in the door. And there are doors everywhere. Fuck me and my lack of navigation skills, because I'm gonna need some if I want to go to the bathroom in this house.
The lovely lady tells me to follow her, I do, hesitantly. A huge part of me wants to turn back around and make a runner. But why do I feel like the people who live here are so powerful that, I'd probably somehow end up in prison with a 5 year sentence. Rich people are crazy.
She guides me into a room, which i soon identify as the kitchen. "She's here now." The maid says, still smiling. Credit to her.
I find Esmereldas face instantly and I see it drop. Well as much as it can with all the Botox. She looks physically Ill at the sight of me. She doesn't even try to hide it in-front of her beloved, upperclass friends.
I'm not surprised in the slightest that she feels ill at the sight of my clothing. I've got a green, slightly sparkles, corset top on and matching flared jeans to go with.
Oh dear, I am in trouble.
I sort of zoned out searching Esmereldas face, I kind of didn't acknowledge the other ten people in the room.
"Oh, hello." I say, awkwardly.
I scan the not so unfamiliar faces.
Oh. My. Days.
This is Bennu's family, which should mean-
"T!"
I search for the person who I know said that. I find her instantly. Nadine, looking beautiful. Oh my god did I miss her.
