her nights when she wasn’t working, scrolling through her mother’s Instagram and Facebook, hovering over the message icon. She needed closure, an explanation on why she left, abandoned her w

er neck each night she had to close her eyes to sleep and wake up the

had gotten was waitressing at a little restaurant because she couldn’t help her clumsiness stemmed from distress that weighed on her, she got fired multiple for tr

asn’t required to know, she wasn’t sure she was supposed to care although she had overheard a few of her colleagues whisper about them, but at that moment it was the least of her problems. In the heart of The Luxe Hotel, the ballroom of unparalleled grandeur unfolded before Emily’s eyes, as she stood at the entrance, rubber gloves tightly holding onto a mop, her brown hair roughly tied up in a messy bun with patches of sweat streaked across her forehead even though all corners of the hotel had been heavily air-conditioned. She pressed her lips as she took it all in, crystal chandeliers hung from the o

er daydream and she turned to find Cheryl, her friend

can’t seem to ca

r be a part of it because well, I’m scrubbing to

ery brown eyes always seemed to light up with every statement

are rich rich, imagine bein

family that is throwing this ball, they’re old money rich. They have two sons, Etha

“Nights when I’m not scrubbing toilets or riding a bike to deliver pizza, I keep myself busy with a gossip magazine, or even a playboy” she whispered the last part in a raunchy to

preciated Cheryl’s sunny personality. She always seemed to know the right thing to say, always seemed to know how to lift her mood unknowingly. Sh

ord on the street is that the elder Hatton son proposed to his girlfriend of three ye

e gossip is that he lost out on his inheritance because of a contrac

ls would jump at this, I mean I know I would” Emily cracked a smile, turn

street is that he’s weird and mysterio

thousand dollars I’ll put up with the highest level

sked, this time pulling Emily out of the way

from the truth but still it hurt to hear. But I swear, I’m over it” she admitted alth

dea” Cheryl’s eyes lit up again, looking from the

ctual party here in this very ball after the parents have gone off to sleep. Trust me, there are no restrictions, no guest list no

ut in immediately in a whisper pullin

fired for that. We’re not allowed to attend

ght which leaves Gerald he’s old so he wouldn’t care and you didn’t let me get to the best part, it’s a masked par

nted to say but C

esses and a mask so it’s all covered for, come on Emily, pre

ng, although she had come up with a million in her head, they didn’t seem feasible at that moment plus it