Vanessa
"I can't wait to show off my new shoes at your mom's dinner partyyy." Trisha gushed beside me.
"Is it the new collections of shoes that would be on sale by the 15th?" I asked as I took a bite of my burger.
"Oh yes, those ones. We get our own pairs before anyone else, that's the perks of being the owner's daughters," Sabrina replied with a wink.
"Not fair. Why doesn't my mom run a shoe business like yours? so I can get new collections of shoes before anyone else just like you guys," I slumped my shoulders and placed my burger down on the plate, while playfully pouting.
"Aww don't be sad now.We will in fact have a pair transported to your house so you can wear to the party. Will that make you happy?" Trisha gave me a smile to comfort me.
I couldn't believe Trisha is actually falling for this. I was always a teensy bit jealous anytime they talk about new collections of shoes and how they already have them in their wardrobes, but I was never been sad.
Oh I forgot! Trisha is the nicer twin.
I mentally face palmed myself, playing along, I added, "Yes, it will make me very very happy if you could send that with a carton of my favourite fruit juice,"
"I will make sure to add that," And she gave me a pat on the back.
"But what would your mom say?" Sabrina asked after taking a big gulp of her coke.
"I never thought of that. Now that you've mentioned it, I don't think I can wear the shoes to the party,"
"Why?" Trisha asked, sadly.
"Because I'm sure her mommy already picked her outfit. So baby Vanessa here can't do anything about it. Am I right?" Sabrina said with a smirk on her round pretty face.
I could feel myself getting slightly hurt by her statement, but I remained calm. Sometimes, Sabrina could act like a blunt bitch, but what could I do, I loved her the way she was.
"That is true. But I'm sure I can talk her into allowing me wear it to the event," I replied calmly.
"Are you sure? Cause the last time I checked," She took a glimpse of her watch. "you were the good little girl who did what mommy always says without complaint," The stupid smirk on her face expanded. "You know like a dog following-"
"That's enough," I snapped.
"I would try talking to my mom and that's final."
"Whatever." Sabrina waved me off.
And at that moment, the devil herself decided to appear, "Can I join you guys?" came the stupid soft voice that belonged to a girl I strongly disliked
"Of course you can," Trisha offered her a seat beside her.
"Thank you," Candace said with her famous sweet smile.
I felt like that smile was stuck on her face 'cause she smiled all the time, and she was super nice to people. Plus, she looked innocent --too innocent-- for my liking and she always gave off a vibe I didn't embrace.
"Why Candace? would you choose our table in spite of the thousands of tables in the school cafeteria? Why Candace? Why?" Sabrina asked in a sullen manner.
Sabrina hates her too, Trisha is too unintelligent like everyone else to notice.
"I like hanging out with you guys. You are all fun," she answered with a grin. Her light chocolate skin glowing under the sun's reflection as she spoke.
I rolled my eyes so hard and was about to speak when Trisha beat me to it.
"Yes we are," Trisha said with a grin too.
Could someone get me a bowl? I feel disgusted already.
I scrutinised my lunch, realising I had lost my appetite 'cause of fake barbie over here.
"Hey! Vané didn't see you there," She told me with a small wave, addressing me with a stupid nickname she formed.
I hate that name.
"Yeah, you didn't. I forget I am invisible at times," I replied sarcastically.
And she laughed.
Stupid laughter. Like a pony neighing. Wait a minute! Do ponies neigh?
"I was going to--"
That's when the bell went off signifying the end of lunch time. I quickly jumped off my seat not wanting to even hear what Candace has to say.
What can I say? Saved by the bell huh?
I trashed the leftovers on my tray in the nearby can, from the corner of my eyes I see Sabrina getting up also alongside Trisha. I leaned on the cafeteria door patiently, praying Candace doesn't get to the door first. Luckily, they came out first and we all headed to class since we all offered English.
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Richard picked me up from school, he took me to the spa where my mom and I had an appointment.
After two and a half hours of shaving, manicuring, pedicuring, haircuts and sessions of massages, our appointment at the spa finally came to an end. I felt and looked better than I did few hours ago.
We headed back home for the final preparations for the party. When we arrived, my mom headed to her office downstairs and I rode up in the elevator to the living room alone--not like I mind. I kept on texting Ariel and Miranda, my Italian friends, thus, making me too occupied to feel lonely.
As I stepped foot into the living room, I noticed someone familiar sitting on the couch.
"Fabio!" I cried immediately I saw his face.
"Oh darling! What a pleasure to see you again," He said as I pulled him into an embrace.
"I've missed you and your troublesome character," I added.
"I know darling, I missed your pretty face too," He pinched my cheek.
"Ouch, that hurts," I held my left cheek.
"After few months of not seeing you, my baby is all grown up. Not even wanting me to touch her," Fabio weeped and he dabbed the the corner of his eyes as if there were tears falling out.
"It's not like that. I'm still your baby after all, but no pinching on the cheek or anywhere," I warned.
I could remember vividly the day he pinched my butt.
And yes his nickname for me is baby.
And don't ask me about the butt pinching incident, trust me, you do not wanna know.
"Okay, okay. Enough with the hugging and the 'I miss you's', let's get to business," He said in his French accent and clapped his hands.
Funny right? A Mexican with an French accent.
Almost immediately, his assistants came in with his needed materials which are: his make up bag, hair equipments and lotions.
Fabio was my makeup artist and hair stylist, I found him on instagram a year ago and ever since then, he was always called to take care of my face and hair before any event I wished to attend. And I must say, he was good at what he does--if not the best. He was gay and behaved like total diva and sometimes could be excessively dramatic, but that made him super fun to hang out with and annoying at the same time.
"Let's get to business," I repeated.
"Yes baby, lets get to business." He repeated after me.
And like that we both sashayed up the stairs to get me ready for the party.