Juliet Derosier is not gay, nor is she straight. However, on this day she faces a dilemma that no 17-year-old girl should have to face. Finding love. On the eve of her and her twin brother's 18th birthday, she has been tasked with getting a certain angel to fall in love with her. On the eve of his 18th birthday, her brother, Joe, has been tasked with acquiring very sensitive government files regarding the prisoner exchange of their older brother, Zu.
Tonight, her older brother, Neo, the CEO of the world's biggest tech enterprise, is hosting the most illustrious event. A ball. Every corner of this towering hall is filled with the world's elite, and their families of course. One of which so happens to be the cousin of the late Mary Day-Grace, a woman with a big fortune and an even bigger heart. She has dedicated most of her life to philanthropy, and is known as a goddess amongst the elite.
Juliet stared at her task with a look of pure evil. He was a sorry sight. His deep blue eyes masked by the layers of wear and tear. His hair, a rugged style that did not fit the occasion; his tie, well, it could barely be considered a tie. Even so, he was the man of the hour. His dreadful appearance did not subtract from the light emanating from him. A gift from his late aunt, a halo stood atop his crown.
Her task, no matter how obscure as this may sound. Is to get this angel to fall in love with her, and well, -the rest will be revealed with time. -
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Juliet glanced over at her side; her twin brother held her tight as they walked down the hall hand in hand. With their older brother in the lead, the Desrosier twins made their grand entrance to the world.
Both the spitting image of the other. Their dark skin contrasted deeply to that of their older brother, who was as white as they come. Juliet was tall and rather muscular. Her eyes, a rare green that seemed to pilfer the gaze of everyone around. She carried herself with an uncanny confidence that was proven more with her smirk that made her seem as though she knew all. Joseph was her mirror image, but in a much lankier form. Still, he carried the same confidence as her, if not more.
Their brother did not need any introduction, he was hot, and he knew it. He walked like he owned the place, which he did. He wore a dark brown turtleneck and a green suit that he knew only he could pull off. His eyes, a lost hazel that seemed to absorb all the lights of this palace. He was suave, and he knew it.
Their entrance marked the beginning of the 1st annual Kore Benefit Ball, where the world's elite came together to pour money into KORE's more charitable pursuits. But this event was created for much more, nefarious reasons.
"Oh Sean, it's so good to see you," Neo smiled, as he greeted an old man who looked like he could wither at the slightest wind, he's 24, but that's not important right now.
"Ah, you're looking as young as ever," "I still can't believe you were able to pull this off, I expect even greater things from Kore from now on."
"Why of course, well that all depends on how tonight goes."
"Ha, I think I should go join Susan over there, you know we don't really fit with the crowd of this place," he hinted, at the old lady who sat alone in the darkest corner of the hall."
"Oh, what are you talking about, you don't look a day over 30," Neo laughed.
"Still got jokes huh, Simon."
"We'll have fun sir," Neo said, as his smile faded into a more jaded look. He walked away, fixing his smile. Juliet and Joseph followed suit and presented half-baked smiles to the old man.
"3 more minutes," Joseph whispered, as they slid past him, his face skewing into a far more mischievous form.
After sharing many half-smiles, they finally proceeded towards the platform at the center of the hall.
2 more minutes
"Well, I am beyond amazed by the guests of tonight, truly," Neo started, "who would have thought that we would all gather here today, as one. I was one of those doubters, I'm sure you are all aware of the events that have plagued our dear earth." He paused. "A war…. a war like no other led us to the brink of destruction, but we are still here, and we are better for it." The hall broke into a flurry of clapping. "I don't really like taking up everyone's time with these boring words, so I'd like to start with what really matters tonight. He turned towards his siblings
10 more seconds
"I'd like to formally introduce you all to my dear siblings, Juliet and Jo–
A scream broke out from the darkest corner of the hall.
"HEEELP," the old man yelled. The crowd opened up to reveal the old lady passed out on the ground, the old man's feeble hands applied pressure on her lower abdomen, which was bleeding. Tears began to fall down his face as he tried to save his dear sister.
I guess an introduction ought to be made as to who Sean and Susan Murphy are.
Ha, it's funny, because they do not exist, but still, I guess I'll continue to entertain the idea of them being real.
The crowd did what bystanders did best, they stood there frozen in time. The paramedics came running through, signaling the crowd to move aside. A sunny looking lad led the operation, stopping the bleeding, and hoisting her lifeless body onto the stretcher. Sean followed suit.
Everyone stood there frozen. Their lavish event had been abruptly interrupted by a crime. The weapon: a butterknife which lay flat on the floor, for all to see.
Juliet, who was the girl of the hour, was no longer with her brothers. She was now in a hallway that did match the lavishness of this building. She ran through the hall, and headed towards a small door that was much smaller than her figure. The door stood ajar; the perpetrator just made his exit.
"Do I really have to do this," she thought to herself.
"Yes, brat," said a voice that only she could hear.
"Fuck, alright, here goes nothing." She grabbed the handle of the door and shot herself through the contraption that was the exit. It waved and wiggled, it contorted her body in a way that would kill a regular man, but somehow even her hair stood in place after having been through hell.
"Who would have thought," a dark figure laughed, "that you of all people, would end up being someone of such high status." A halo began to make its way towards her steady frame.
"What about you? Mr. Angel." She moved back as he approached.
"Oh this." he said, as he pointed to his crown. "Interesting that you can see it." He said as he approached her. "Jules"
"I think I understand everything now."
"I'm gonna have to ask you to stop listening now," she thought.
"Have fun," said a voice that only she could hear.
They stood there staring at each other. The angel who just killed a sad old lady, and the girl who was tasked with getting him to fall in love with her.
"Pfft," they both shared.
"I can't believe it, my best friend of 11 years… I'm so stupid," She gasped.
This situation is something that even I, a man that you will meet soon, I suppose, can hardly understand. Juliet Derosier, a regular girl who attends Woodbridge high school in the sunny suburbs of New Jersey. William Jean- Grace, a regular boy who attends Woodbridge high school in the sunny suburbs of New Jersey. Best friends since she beat up Leon Torres who had bullied him for circumstances that he could not control. Best friends with secrets. She, an heiress with dubious origins. Him, an angel who kills grandmas?
She had been tasked with getting the mysterious cousin of Mary Day-Grace to fall in love with her and reveal the many secrets of his lineage. He had been tasked, by the same man, to create a disturbance that would promptly halt this celebration. Funny, how the world works.
-I guess we ought to start from the beginning, or at least that of this hell of a world. -