Chapter 2
I stepped out of the driver's side of my car, glad that I was wearing a comfortable jumpsuit instead of something skintight. I headed to my best friend, Alice's boutique shop an hour after I sent Angela back to the venue. She has her own clothing line that mostly consists of wedding gowns and dresses for all kinds of events. I rent my dresses from her for all the events that my company organizes; she insists on not letting me pay but personal and business relationships should never be mixed. For tonight, I was only going to observe the team but still had to come wearing a dress connected to the party's theme.
The event was a birthday for Mr. Willis' granddaughter, the eighteen-year old Amy Willis wanted a lavish party where everything was white, because 'white is classy' she says. It took Angela a few days to convince her that it was not going to look good if her dress was the same color as the table skirts and runners. And looking at the place now, there seems to be more gold than white.
The spacious ballroom was filled with dining tables clothed in a soft gold color, and the chairs covered with the same color. The centerpiece of each table was a large arrangement of white and gold roses, put on top of a tall and slim cylinder so guests of each rounded table could still talk to each other. I was seeing everything here for the first time, when I told Angela she was the head of this event, I also meant that everything she said goes, that's why everything was approved without me checking it out. I knew she could do it.
As I scanned the whole room, I felt proud. Guests were filing in dressed like they were going to an awards show. The decision of everyone wearing white was certainly good. Paired with the luxurious decorations, the contrast with the white clothing certainly looked elegant.
I could spot my staff right away since they were wearing their uniform, an all-white ensemble of a pair of slacks, a long-sleeved button-down and fitted with a vest. Their masks were the same too, a plain one with no design whatsoever. Here I was, an observer for tonight, and not their boss. And with my getup and mask, I doubt they would recognize me.
Things seemed to be going smoothly with them so I decided to walk around the room before the event started - grateful that I ignored Alice's advice of wearing the five-inch heels she gave me and opted to wear my pure white tennis shoes - chatted with a few of the clients that I've planned for before. And at the same time, I also met potential clients. But I think they were more interested in my chest since they would not even look me in the eye when I introduce my work.
This jumpsuit was a good choice, but I'm starting to detest the fact that the v-neck cut was almost to my navel, leaving my whole front open to the cold air and apparently to the eyes of cold men. I stopped talking to people when the fifth guy actually started licking his lips in front of me. I had to take a break to shake off the disgusting feeling and headed to the restroom to freshen up.
Mr. Willis told me my name card had 'I. Dwyer' on it and that I was placed on the table of some family friends so my team won't be able to find me. I spotted the table from at least a few meters away and noticed that there were only two vacant chairs left. I checked my name earlier when I arrived so I knew which one was mine and started for that seat, anxious to be the only one left standing once the program commenced. Most of the guests were already seated and were even talking to people not on their table, their chairs turned around to face the person seated from the opposite always really irked us when guests disrupt the placing of things, but then again they were better than guests who stole some of the items.
I frowned at the thought of that and planned to talk to Angela about this problem so we could address it. I scanned the whole room as I walked and did not notice the thick wire that had jutted out.
The top of my foot caught the loop of wire and I immediately crashed to my knees on the ground and I felt the rough texture of the carpet slide against my skin through my suit. I grimaced at the pain and opened my eyes, startled by the bulge of white only a few inches away from my face - probably the closest thing I would ever get to a cock.
Here I thought face planting was the worst case scenario. I didn't realize that the disarray of chairs would also be one. I could hear faint gasps and snickers but I couldn't move from the shock and pain from the impact.
I glanced up to look at the huge bulge's owner only to find wide green eyes and a rigid square jaw staring at me.
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