ARIELLE
That was quite a gamble, but I guess all is well that ends well. It has been a week since Marine settled in here, and so far, there have been no complications. I said to myself as I took a bunch of food from the kitchen and was on my way back to my room when I suddenly caught a glimpse of the ridiculous scene happening in the living room.
Angela and Serena were sitting on the couch together, rows and rows of formal dresses surrounding them like bizarre walls made of silk, satin, and lace, shimmering under the bright chandelier light.
"No, this is not it either!" Serena threw a tantrum as she pushed one of the racks down with her foot, fuming with fury. "How am I supposed to go to the royal opera when I have no fitting outfit to wear! Everyone will laugh at me!"
Royal opera? I was no longer interested in whatever transpired after Serena's little outburst – what spiked my curiosity was the fact that she was actually invited.
