Yay! I finally have a fanfiction up! -is happy- It's really stupid so far actually. Whatever. It shall be lame. I don't want flames okay? Okay.
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She examined herself in the mirror, looking in disgust at the new banana yellow dress her uncle bought her for the upcoming dinner party she was being forced to attend. She had no choice in the matter because her uncle told her she had been invited therefore she was going to go. She detested her uncle's dinner parties more than anything just because of the fact that there were people there. He only went for his reputation, which showed no signs of deteriorating. She didn't see any point of her going, since she was rarely mentioned as his niece except when she was forced to submit her paintings in the local art show, which she always won because of her status, niece of Fabio the Fabulous, Desiree Liam. But she couldn't object because, well, he was Fabio the Fabulous.
The banana dress was, of course, yellow and the neckline was so low that if she had any cleavage, it would show a ton. It was tight around the middle, restricting her breathing and showing her belly rolls. The bottom was all about ruffles and frills. She wore matching elbow-length gloves, made from the same shiny leathery-feeling material. She felt absolutely ridiculous.
She studied herself further, then finally decided her black-tipped red hair would look better pinned up. She fixed it to the point where she felt she'd shed at any moment and then leave a trail of red behind her as she walked. Satisfied somewhat with her hair, she found an old gold necklace and slipped it on. It was a couple shades lighter than the dress, but it worked. Then she thought about make-up and began searching. She loathed make-up of any sort, but tonight was an exception. Her skin was too pale for her dress. Once, when she was ten, she tried to get everyone to sign a petition to ban make-up but after her uncle showed her pictures of celebrities without it, she immediately dropped the idea. She didn't even like owning the crap, but she couldn't help it people decided to throw away their money to buy her it and she didn't have the heart to throw it away. Desiree decided just a pinch of make-up would have to do. Not pound after pound caked-on to make her look like she was swanking herself.
Once she found a long forgotten bag of forbidden items, she went to work. She brushed gold eye shadow over her olive green eyes and slipped in gold hoop earrings. She applied a small amount of lipstick then glanced in the mirror. She shuddered. She overdid it.
"Desiree! Time to leave!"
"Shit!" She threw aside her make-up bag and grabbed her regular everyday one, which completely threw off her outfit. It was a dirty blue color and the straps were fraying badly. She shrugged and stepped into her matching high heels and stumbled down the stairs where her uncle and his date where waiting.
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The limo driver pulled into the huge, half-circle driveway, carefully making sure he didn't run over anybody. Limousines were dropping other guests off, who climbed up the gray-stoned steps to the huge entrance before them. The windows were all large and clear, showing the lit rooms inside, which were empty at the moment. The house itself was huge, stretching far off in either direction and a wrought iron fence surrounded the property. Trees and bushes were evenly distributed on both sides of the drive and lights were placed in the trees to brighten up the night.
"Oh, Fabio! Is so beautiful! Lovely!'' Fabio's date exclaimed; he looked ecstatic. Desiree rolled her eyes and stumbled up the steps to the entrance. Se waited impatiently for them to catch up. She wanted to hurry and get the stupid dinner over with and change out of her stultifying dress.
She sighed in aggravation as they laughed at a whispered joke. They casually handed their tickets to the men at the doors and went inside.
The hall they came into was large and cool. Doors lined the walls and the marble floors were so well-polished that Desiree could see her reflection in them like a crystal mirror.
All the guests were herded into an even larger room with over a dozen tables. A chandelier dripping with diamonds hung from the ceiling a sent dazzling patterns of light over the room. On the far wall, thick curtains hung over huge windows and on every table, there was a white table cloth strewn with flowers and little placement cards were at every seat. Desiree shuddered. Where was she going to have to sit this time?