Sorry for the delay and I don't feel like going back to personally reply on the reviews, but know I read them and love the support. And I'm glad you like my twins!

But who should Berry end up with? Julian, Wes, or Erza? Or maybe even your own OC or a different character? Ya'll get to decide!

~Berry's POV~

I managed to catch Dad as soon as he got home and he said he'll consider the party, as long as we kept it appropriate and civil. Meaning: If he walks in and sees alcohol, stripping, fighting, or baby making, he's gonna shut it all down.

And I'm cool with that.

But the thing is, where the hell is my sister?! She isn't answering her phone and its almost time for dinner. Just when I'm about to call her again, she enters walks in through my room door with several shopping bags and an upset look on her face. She drops her bags and huffs.

"Harley! Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for ages!" I scold and she pouts angrily.

"Things started to turn sour after I finished shopping. First, a skater kid rides into me and makes me drop my phone and he accidentally ran it over before he could stop. Totally busted now. I mean, look!" She holds up her smartphone, which makes me wince. It looks like several spider webs were resting on it. And it was slightly bent. "I had to go buy a new one. Then, they decided to pick today of all days to repave the roads. I mean, why would they do that in the middle of the day when people have places to go? Can't they do it in the middle of the night when barley anyone's driving?"

I giggle at her whining. "Of course you'd have that kind of luck. And they can't pave the roads at night; they need the sun to help dry the roads faster."

Harley looks away when realizing my logic. "It's still a nuisance. Oh yeah! And I saw Max and Kara at the mall."

"Huh?" I ask. "Did they give you any trouble?"

"Not really. Kara was being aggravating, but nothing I can't handle. Max was more... tolerable."

"At least you're alright."

Then there's a knock on the door. "Miss Harleen? Miss Giselle?" An older woman's voice comes through the door. "Dinner is ready."

"Coming!" We both answer. I open the door, revealing an older plump woman with graying hair and a kind smile. "Thanks Miss Claire."

"Not a problem, dears." The kind housekeeper smiles and leaves to attend to something else.

We make our way to the dining room, where the table was set with rotisserie chicken, rice, asparagus, chicken gravy, and glasses filled with punch for us, and wine for our parents. Pretty soon, we're all seated and digging in.

"So, about this party of yours." Dad starts as we finish our meal and as the maids started to clean the dirty plates. "Sell it to me. Why should Verona Enterprise invest in such a project." He says in his business voice. Great. Another 'lesson'.

"Enticements." Harley answers simply. "Your school was originally built on principles of fairness and enlightenment, however, the average teenage mind is more oriented around the propositions of fun and freedom. Which is what our school will show with this party."

"With the school showing not only responsible learning, but also enjoyment for the students, not only will a variety of students be intrigued by the atmosphere, but parents will also be assured that their children will be happy to learn in such a healthy and prosperous environment." I add.

Dad nods proudly and Mom quirks an eyebrow. "And what kind of students are you hoping to attract with these parties?" She asks.

I smile. "All sorts. We hope to attract students with a variety of different interests. As you remember, Harley was actually a cheerleader at our old school, and I believe that any party hosted by students from our school will attract not only those with similar interests, but also those with a different variety of interests."

They both shared a look.

Dad gives a small smirk. "...You girls make valid arguments. Very well, you have your party. I'll make some calls to start the construction on a building where you can host any and all future parties. Hopefully, you girls will be responsible with this."

"We will." We both promise. Mom smiles proudly and they both leave the table. I pull out my phone and text Julian.

'We got ourselves a party!'