Part 1: Esme
Chapter 1
"Esmeralda, hurry up, please. We have guests!" A butler called from downstairs. Correction: Three flights of stairs.
My name is Esmeralda. Esme for short. And we live in a mansion. There are always rich people coming to and fro around here, because my parents are alway throwing parties and stuff like that. Which is why I'm in my room, in a fancy, itchy, and puffy dress, fixing my hair.
"I'm coming." I hollered, not even glancing at the clock. I know I was probably late to greet the guests, but who cares? I've probably seen them a million bajillion times already. The same guests come everytime. They're my parents' friends.
I don't have any friends. Well, actually, I do, if you count the people living halfway across the world. In fact, my best friend lives in Paris. As in, Paris, France.
I finish doing my hair, then slip into heels, and attempt sashaying out, but obviously, it doesn't work. I am no good at sashaying. The only person I know that can in heels is Viviene, my best friend who lives miles and miles away.
"There you are. It took you long enough." My mother was standing next to one of our butlers, John. "Now, come greet your guests. Today is a very special day, you know."
"How so?" I asked grumpily. I didn't have anything against parties, I just had something against ones where you had to spend the whole time greeting guests, I mean how boring is that??
"Viviene is coming." John said in his usual monotone.
"Wait, WHAT?" I asked, surpised and maybe a little ticked off, "You never told me she was coming! Now she'll have to see me in this ridiculous puffy dress!"
"It's not rediculous, Esmeralda." My mother said, annoyed, "And it is your job to greet EVERY guest. So no blabbering to Viviene the whole time."
"Fine" I replied. It was my duty. It's been for like 3 years already, so I knew better than to talk to Viviene the whole time. Especially since I knew that if she was here, it meant so was all the other girls from her boarding school. Because she NEVER got any vacations on her own.
Chapter 1
"Esmeralda, hurry up, please. We have guests!" A butler called from downstairs. Correction: Three flights of stairs.
My name is Esmeralda. Esme for short. And we live in a mansion. There are always rich people coming to and fro around here, because my parents are alway throwing parties and stuff like that. Which is why I'm in my room, in a fancy, itchy, and puffy dress, fixing my hair.
"I'm coming." I hollered, not even glancing at the clock. I know I was probably late to greet the guests, but who cares? I've probably seen them a million bajillion times already. The same guests come everytime. They're my parents' friends.
I don't have any friends. Well, actually, I do, if you count the people living halfway across the world. In fact, my best friend lives in Paris. As in, Paris, France.
I finish doing my hair, then slip into heels, and attempt sashaying out, but obviously, it doesn't work. I am no good at sashaying. The only person I know that can in heels is Viviene, my best friend who lives miles and miles away.
"There you are. It took you long enough." My mother was standing next to one of our butlers, John. "Now, come greet your guests. Today is a very special day, you know."
"How so?" I asked grumpily. I didn't have anything against parties, I just had something against ones where you had to spend the whole time greeting guests, I mean how boring is that??
"Viviene is coming." John said in his usual monotone.
"Wait, WHAT?" I asked, surpised and maybe a little ticked off, "You never told me she was coming! Now she'll have to see me in this ridiculous puffy dress!"
"It's not rediculous, Esmeralda." My mother said, annoyed, "And it is your job to greet EVERY guest. So no blabbering to Viviene the whole time."
"Fine" I replied. It was my duty. It's been for like 3 years already, so I knew better than to talk to Viviene the whole time. Especially since I knew that if she was here, it meant so was all the other girls from her boarding school. Because she NEVER got any vacations on her own.
