iv.
Glitter? Check.
High heels? Check.
That knock-em-dead smile?
Well…
That was probably the only thing
lacking tonight, as Brianna had been hiding in a corner most of the night,
watching the action of the party from afar, just because someone had said
she was "a quaint little girl, but a tad overweight…"
Her ego was fragile at times, especially
when it came to her appearance, because…
In the acting world, that was all
that mattered.
And in the corner, she'd been slowly
drinking herself into a mild haze, dark eyes drinking in the crowd, all
the perfect people in their perfect outfits…
Plastic.
Fake.
…disgusting, to a point.
She'd taken one of the roses from
her bed and tucked it behind her ear, thinking that with her black flamenco-like
dress, she'd be the center of attention.
Just once…she'd like to be there.
Unfortunately, she wasn't, and the girl, in all her high shine glory, she'd been stuffed in the corner, away from all the excitement.
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All that she deserved…
He wasn't really too thrilled about
being here, amiss all the bustle of chatter and gossip, but she'd gone
there alone, and he was certain that if she left looking like she did…
Depressed, almost.
As if she knew no matter how much
effort she expended, she wasn't going to be noticed by anyone.
She was wrong, though. He'd noticed.
The poor girl was drinking herself
into a stupor, and she wasn't going to be able to do much – she might not
even be able to make it home by herself…
Such a pity…
She wobbled on those heels already.