❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

•❊The Party❊•

✽SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA✽

|1993|

You finished putting on your pearl earrings, seated at your dressing table. Your husband of three years, Michael Jackson, was seated at the edge of the bed that you two shared, watching you. The both of you were getting ready to attend a party that would be held at his manager's house. Michael was already dressed, and he was waiting for you.

You had on a beautiful purple dress that fell to your ankles, emphasizing the beautiful curves on your body. You had on some makeup, but not too much. Your facial features were enhanced, making you a wonderful sight to look at.

Your hair was styled in a half updo, a style that you were satisfied with.

"Are you done?" Michael folded his arms. "The party starts in fifteen minutes and the drive takes an hour," he looked at you.

You stood up and turned around to face him. "How do I look?" you held your hands up.

Michael stood up and made his way over to you. "Beautiful," he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. "Now can we go?"

"Yes," you turned to grab your purse from the dressing table before following your husband to the bedroom door. He opened it, letting you walk out. Once you had exited, he did the same, pulling the door shut. "Do you think the party's going to be full?" you questioned as he took your hand and led you down the staircase.

"Perhaps," he responded. "Frank told me that a lot of musical artists will be there," he referred to his manager.

"I see," you remarked as the both of you reached the bottom. "I hope the party is good," you said as Michael walked toward the front doors, pulling you with him gently.

"I'm sure it will be," he pushed one of the doors open and the both of you moved out before he shut it.

The car was parked outside of the mansion, and Michael was going to drive. He fished the car keys from his pocket and unlocked the vehicle before the both of you opened your respective doors - getting in and shutting the aforementioned.

"Right," he placed his hands on the steering wheel. "Let's go,"

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The car came to a stop, outside of the large mansion that Frank owned. You looked out of the window, seeing the lights that decorated the house. It was a sight to behold.

"Wow," you breathed. "He really went all out," you said, hearing loud music from inside.

"That's Frank for you," Michael chuckled, taking the keys out of the ignition.

"There are so many people," you managed to get a glimpse of the inside of the house as you and Michael opened your doors, getting out. "This might be the best party I have ever been to," you said as the both of you got to your feet, shutting your doors. Michael locked the car and shoved the keys into the pocket of his pants.

"Come on," Michael walked up to you and wrapped his hand around your waist, walking with you up to the entrance of the mansion.

You were greeted by the sound of loud music, and the strong smell of wine. Many people were gathered in small groups, all conversing with each other. Your eyes were wide, and you had to admit that you were impressed.