The Party

I was uncomfortable.

When I sat at my assigned table waiting for David, my boyfriend, I wanted to get up and leave. Everything was so different from what I was used to. Instead of the loud booming music, there was the soft harmonious melody of a jazz band playing through the hidden speakers of the ridiculously large ballroom. I tried to scan over the crowd at moments of time, yet all I saw was an endless sea of heads. The dim lights set a romantic mood, not one of a techno club. The air was crisp, fresh, and filled with the scent of sirloin steak and other delicacies that made my mouth water. The place had goose bumps appearing on my arms, but that's not all this wonderful party had to offer.

No. I have to deal with gossipers.

Everyone had their little group they went to mingle with on the dance floor, but I stayed in my seat as David had instructed me to. It was obvious they were top designers or executives or someone important to the human race. They spoke to each other happily like they were best friends. They were all so friendly, yet none of them came to speak to me.

It was pretty obvious why not.

They were dressed in top fashion with expensive suits and bedazzled flowing dresses. It's so blatantly obvious not fitting in. Someone should have just walked over and slapped a label on my forehead that read, "W***E."

I wore a strapless skintight deep red dress and five inch heels. My long black hair was curled, loose and cascading over my shoulders. Smoky black eye shadow was brushed over my eyes and strawberry flavored gloss against my naturally pink lips. I barely wore any jewelry, only the diamond bracelet that my father had gotten me years ago.

When I left the house today, I thought I looked gorgeous.

From their looks and covered whispers, it was obvious what they thought.

Thankfully, I was not victim of their looks for much longer. David walked over to me, dressed in a expensive tuxedo of his own. It was easy to spot David as he walked towards me with his salt and pepper hair and the crinkles by his blue eyes. I had got up to hug him, but his eyes scanned over me, scrutinizing then disapproving. "You look beautiful." He said, moving to wrap his arm around my waist.

I smiled, just as fake as his compliment. "Aw. Thank you, baby." I giggled. It seemed as if the whispers around me had gotten loud, and the disapproving stares were getting more obvious.

He walked me towards the dance floor, and people's eyes followed. Apparently, they didn't approve of me being with him or something else, but one in particular was speaking louder in order for me to hear her. She was the ordinary blonde hair, blue eyed rich girl who thought everyone was below her. Just who I loved seeing at a party.

"Where did he pick her up? On the corner?" I felt my body recoil and tense at the repulsive and rather insulting comment. If I wasn't at some big opening party, I would have been inclined to go over there and give everyone something they could really talk about.

David must have felt me tense up because he frowned and squeezed my waist gently. "Calm." He whispered, and I huffed, frustrated.

"She just called me a prostitute." David looked at me and escorted me through the crowd with gentle excuse me's.

"It's Rebecca. She always does that."

I frowned. "And that's supposed to make it better?"

David shook his head, stopped, and looked a little ways past me. He ignored me blatantly, and I subdued my anger for the time being. I know that he wouldn't like it if I said anything while we were here. In fact, he would probably hate it.

Not like I cared much what he thought, but it was the sake of saving face for my family. If my father ever heard about this, he would call it a disgrace to the Fontaine family, and that, I couldn't do. Daddy loved me, and I couldn't take it if he was ever mad at me �" like he could get mad at me.

I was Charles and Amelia Fontaine's daughter, meaning that I had to be the good girl that everyone saw in the media. My father a big time CEO of one of the leading companies of the world, and my mother was a model, retired doctor, and philanthropist. Needless to say, if their name appeared in the news because of me, it had better be a positive story.

Still, that didn't cease the anger building in me.

David quickly changed the subject. "So, how did you get out?" He asked, nodding at a few people who had smiled his way.

I hummed. "I was real crafty." Tonight, I wasn't supposed to be here at this opening party. My brother, Bryce, had left for the military, and thus, left me in my sister, Novaline's, custody. She was supposed to "protect me" from "any harm." What irritated me the most was that her version of protection was locking me in the house when all of the best parties went on. So, tonight, I told her I was going to Jackie's house, Jackie covered for me, and now, I'm here.

Novaline was strict because I was eighteen and dating a thirty something year old. She never ever approved of the people that I dated of. I never cared though. I did what I wanted to do, and what I felt was right. Besides, this little thing I had going on with David was more of a casual relationship.

Trust me. It's not because I want his money. Please. I have a steadily growing bank account, accumulating thousands from my modeling jobs and my father's daily generous donations. It's more of a give and take relationship. He shows me off to his friends. I get a more experienced guy in bed. That's all.

He chuckled deeply, "Sounds like you. I wonder if-." David cut off abruptly, and he muttered underneath his breath. "Oh, great." I looked in the same direction as him, but I couldn't see exactly what or who he was looking at. "Please, Amora. Act civilized."

I raised an eyebrow at him, yet I said nothing. The one who had insulted me before, Rebecca, and another man, came into view. Rebecca stared at me, then grinned at the man. "Baby, this is the girl I was telling you about."

I could only imagine what she was talking about.

"Rebecca, right? Nice to meet you." She smiled for a second, then turned towards David.

"David?" The man spoke, and David's hand clenched slightly on my waist. Whoever this guy was, it was obvious that David didn't like him. "Wow, I didn't think you were coming tonight."

"Francis. I didn't think you would be here, either." I can briefly remember David complaining about Francis, his boss, only a few hours ago, but I said nothing towards him, glad to be able to put his name to a face. Well, if he carried that malicious woman around, then maybe he was as bad as David said he was.

Francis shrugged, then wrapped a possessive hand around Rebecca. An unspoken silence passed between both men, and I continued to stare at Rebecca. "So," Francis finally spoke. "Who are you, miss?" He offered his hand, and I placed my hand in his. He lifted my hand to his lips, and I frowned briefly.

"Amora Fontaine." I said, and he dropped my hand.

"Ah, yes. Amora." Francis looked at Rebecca, whose eyes had narrowed. "I know your father. Charles is a good man." It was obvious from the slight sneer on his face that he didn't like my father, but I didn't care about that. "This is my wife, Rebecca. But it seems as if you two have already met." He sighed then looked at David, nodding his head to the side with a smile. "Come, David. I'd like a little chat. Let the women mingle."

David glanced at me once then disappeared with Francis into the crowd. Rebecca looked at me and scoffed. "So, what's my darling David doing with trash like you?"

This Rebecca was really getting underneath my skin.

"You know, I actually want to be civil for my father, but know this." I stepped towards her. She glared. "I do not like you Rebecca, and I don't think that you should mess with me." I said as sweet as I could, but I don't think she got the hint.

"Listen, just because your daddy is a big time executive, doesn't mean that you can look down on other people." Rebecca hissed, and honestly, I was shocked. She was the one looking down on people.

"Maybe you should stop being jealous." I fed her anger. "And just realize that I am more classy, more beautiful, and obviously…more endowed than you are."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed, and she threw her drink on my dress. The same red dress that I spent thousands of dollars on soiled.

Sorry dad.

But screw this.

I lost it, pushing her, and she tumbled backwards. Her hands flitted for something to grab onto, but all she had found was the waiters serving plate, which failed to brace her fall. She was on the floor, different appetizers and other drinks spilled on her and her white flowing dress. Rebecca stared at me, cursed vehemently, then screamed frustrated.

Needless to say, all eyes were on me again.

And they weren't saying anything positive. Their eyes were disapproving, and as I stood there, I groaned, scratching my eyebrow as David found his way back to me through all the commotion. And man, he was furious. His once joyful blue eyes were flaming, and he growled towards me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He asked, no, demanded an explanation.

I was about to speak, but then Rebecca screamed out, clutching her ankle. She was crying, legitimately crying, and all I could do was stand there, watching. Francis came kneeling next to her, and listening to her wail like a child. Then, she's telling him that I broke her ankle, and all I could do was gape at her.

David snatched me from the scene roughly, and I winced as his fingers dug into my skin. He pushed me outside, and I caught my balance as David glared at me.

"What the hell, Amora!" He growled, and I stared at him. "What was that?"

I rubbed my arm, trying to fight back tears. "She just-. You know-." I stopped in mid-sentence, choking up.

David ran a hand over his face, stepping back and forth. He pointed towards the entrance of the ballroom. "What you did there. That little stunt. Could have cost me my job! Probably did!"

I couldn't say much more than. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry isn't going to get me my job, back, Amora. Jesus, you would think-. Did you think?"

"I-." It's suddenly getting colder out here, and I'm trying my hardest not to cry. My arm was throbbing, and I knew I was going to bruise.

"No, you didn't think. Hell, I don't think you ever think. I don't even know why we are going out. Or why I'm sleeping with you." He shook his head, then raised his hands in defeat. "I'm done." I stared, mouth dropping. He was breaking up with me? "I'm just done with you. I'm done with everything about you. You and your sluttish attire just isn't working for me." I could only stare at him, and it must have made him uncomfortable. He swallowed thickly. "Now, I'm going to go back in there and see if I can recover my job."

David turned, about to walk in, but I called after him, the tears finally falling. "I'm sorry!" My voice cracked.

He looked at me and smiled bitterly. "Yeah. I'm sorry too." He walked back in the room and left me alone in the cold.

I breathed out, biting my bottom lip, trying to subdue my tears. I fiddled with my purse for the longest time, exhaling deep shaky breaths as I stood there, wiping my tears from my eyes.

Author's Note

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[Tiffany Kelley]

I would most definitely read more. I am already sitting here waiting for chapter two. I love the characters.