had spoken to him. She was freaking out!” I explained.
She turned and looked at me. Her eyes were determined and her brows frowned, “So what are you saying exactly Em? Your low life ex points the finger at Diana and all of a sudden every twitch she makes causes her to be a suspect in what? What do you think she did exactly?” she demanded, her voice echoing throughout the room .
It was obvious that Suzie was upset but it wasn’t like I wanted to believe that Diana was hiding something. I had made peace with my breakup with Adam and loved Diana like a sister. Surely Suzie could see that I was in a difficult position. I wasn’t going off of what Adam had said alone. I was following my own instincts. No matter how much I wanted to believe Diana, something wasn’t adding up!
“I don’t know what it is but… she’s not telling me something Sue, something just isn’t right. I know its Diana and I want nothing but to believe that Adam is lying but you weren’t there! You didn’t see the way she reacted and begged for me not to speak to Adam again. It was really bad and that can’t just be because he hurt me. There is more to this! Please understand…” I pleaded.
Suzie took a step towards me, which caused me take a step back. It wasn’t that I was afraid of her but… Ok, so maybe I was… just a little afraid . I had seen Suzie beat up quite a few people and I could never take her on. If only she would just hear me out and understand where I was coming from!
“Diana is our friend and if she says she told you everything, then that’s enough for me. Quite frankly, it should be enough f or you too! Point blank, period!” she growled right before she took another swing of her beer, slammed it on the counter and bumped into my shoulder as she proceeded to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I fought the urge to rub my shoulder. For a petite, size 4 girl, Suzie sure had a lot of strength.
“Who knows who Adam will point the finger at next… ? I don’t want to end up on your chopping block. Call me when you come to your senses!” she said angrily as she opened my front door.
“Suzie! Please don’t do this. Can’t you just please hear me…” The sound of the door slamming caused me to jump slightly. I stood there staring at the wooden white door in complete disbelief that not only was I confused about one friend’s loyalty and trust, I had just pissed off the only friend I had left. Just what I freaking need!
JULIEN
The event was in full swing. Reporters from every news station were lined up outside our biggest hotel in Los Angeles waiting for the loyal celebs who faithfully attended our gala annually to help the charities that we supported. My father, who was praised by millions for his generosity never failed to make each gala better than the last. From the looks of it, he had somehow managed to outdo himself yet again. The man was truly grand in every way and for that; I had spent most of my life looking up to him.
The theme this year was based on Paris since the chari ty we were supporting would be sending three hundred young, disadvantaged students to Paris on a full scholarship. The grand ballroom was adorned with imported flowers from all over the world. Ivory drapes hung from the ceiling to the ground with an endless supply of candles throughout the space, giving it a warm and inviting feel. Beautiful angels hung from the ceiling with harps in hand. The soft music made you feel as if you were in the city of Paris itself. Each table had its own crystal chandelier. The show stopping piece was of course a golden Eiffel Tower replica. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little when I saw it because if I knew my father, and I knew him well, he had probably tried to have the real tower shipped. The place was without a doubt spectacular.
Charlette was running late as usual. And I had the unpleasant fortune of waiting for the ball and chain outside of the gala amongst the
She turned and looked at me. Her eyes were determined and her brows frowned, “So what are you saying exactly Em? Your low life ex points the finger at Diana and all of a sudden every twitch she makes causes her to be a suspect in what? What do you think she did exactly?” she demanded, her voice echoing throughout the room .
It was obvious that Suzie was upset but it wasn’t like I wanted to believe that Diana was hiding something. I had made peace with my breakup with Adam and loved Diana like a sister. Surely Suzie could see that I was in a difficult position. I wasn’t going off of what Adam had said alone. I was following my own instincts. No matter how much I wanted to believe Diana, something wasn’t adding up!
“I don’t know what it is but… she’s not telling me something Sue, something just isn’t right. I know its Diana and I want nothing but to believe that Adam is lying but you weren’t there! You didn’t see the way she reacted and begged for me not to speak to Adam again. It was really bad and that can’t just be because he hurt me. There is more to this! Please understand…” I pleaded.
Suzie took a step towards me, which caused me take a step back. It wasn’t that I was afraid of her but… Ok, so maybe I was… just a little afraid . I had seen Suzie beat up quite a few people and I could never take her on. If only she would just hear me out and understand where I was coming from!
“Diana is our friend and if she says she told you everything, then that’s enough for me. Quite frankly, it should be enough f or you too! Point blank, period!” she growled right before she took another swing of her beer, slammed it on the counter and bumped into my shoulder as she proceeded to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I fought the urge to rub my shoulder. For a petite, size 4 girl, Suzie sure had a lot of strength.
“Who knows who Adam will point the finger at next… ? I don’t want to end up on your chopping block. Call me when you come to your senses!” she said angrily as she opened my front door.
“Suzie! Please don’t do this. Can’t you just please hear me…” The sound of the door slamming caused me to jump slightly. I stood there staring at the wooden white door in complete disbelief that not only was I confused about one friend’s loyalty and trust, I had just pissed off the only friend I had left. Just what I freaking need!
JULIEN
The event was in full swing. Reporters from every news station were lined up outside our biggest hotel in Los Angeles waiting for the loyal celebs who faithfully attended our gala annually to help the charities that we supported. My father, who was praised by millions for his generosity never failed to make each gala better than the last. From the looks of it, he had somehow managed to outdo himself yet again. The man was truly grand in every way and for that; I had spent most of my life looking up to him.
The theme this year was based on Paris since the chari ty we were supporting would be sending three hundred young, disadvantaged students to Paris on a full scholarship. The grand ballroom was adorned with imported flowers from all over the world. Ivory drapes hung from the ceiling to the ground with an endless supply of candles throughout the space, giving it a warm and inviting feel. Beautiful angels hung from the ceiling with harps in hand. The soft music made you feel as if you were in the city of Paris itself. Each table had its own crystal chandelier. The show stopping piece was of course a golden Eiffel Tower replica. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little when I saw it because if I knew my father, and I knew him well, he had probably tried to have the real tower shipped. The place was without a doubt spectacular.
Charlette was running late as usual. And I had the unpleasant fortune of waiting for the ball and chain outside of the gala amongst the
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