*I am so sorry this is late. A tragic thing happened recently and I was grieving, but here you go!*


Chapter 2: Cold Hearted

If he does want my insurance money, I should watch my back. I have some news, he's getting married to a rich, mean woman named Prisilla. Shes horrible, she makes me wear fancy, frilly dresses. She holds fancy parties with waitors that talk in that snooty, hard to understand accent. I asked her why she threw out thousands of dollars in party supplies and she said “We are rich, and we must embrace that fact, now go get dressed, we have a banquet planned tonight in an hour.” I am so tired of her. I know I'll call my best friend Brad to come over. It will make it easier.. I'll get dressed and call him.

Well it's party time and Brad's family is coming. I look rediculous, for I am in a pink ankle length dress with frills and bows. Plus to top it off, literally, I have on a headband with a pink silk bow. How much girlier can you get? The doorbell rang. As I went downstairs to answer it, Prisilla had beaten me to it and at least 50+ guests rushed in because it was around 14°F outside. I skimmed through the croud and located Brad. He was in a tux, looking quite handsome. Now look at me. I'm speaking like a princess riding on a white stallion as her long flowing hair writhed in the wind. Well look at me, going totally off subject. I'll just stop so we can get on with the story.I walked towards Brad with a smile on my face. I was smiling because Brad was staring at me in a trance, including the glazed over eyes and the goofy grin. When he snapped out of it, he said hi. I shook his hand and we snuck off to my room to escape all the fanciness. Once we got there, I plopped onto my bed and took off my high heels. Brad sat down and asked me, “Whats Wrong, Lex?” “Just tired of the dresses, partiies and most of all, Prisilla.” “Dont worry, and by the way, I think you look cute in your dresses.” I smiled. Well I believe you look the same way.