Friday, 29 July 2011
04:08:16 PM (GMT)
I hate dinner parties.
Why? Simple. When you're the daughter of a rich businessman and the stepdaughter of a
billionaire socialite, you're expected to be three things; gorgeous, charming, and
fashionable. I fit none of those categories, much to the exasperation of my
stepmother, who was making what she called 'a Herculean effort to make you
presentable'. The new wardrobe she ordered for me didn't help much, however. I
clearly did not have the kind of figure which would do the strapless Marc Jacobs
dress justice, despite it being a nice navy blue.
The beauty of our reserved dining area at the country club didn't comfort me either.
We sat on a patio that jutted out from the rest of the outdoor restaurant so that it
was almost floating upon the infinity-edge pool. The waterfall was not far off, and
above the mahogany table stood columns, each one holding up the white marble dome.
Normally, my aesthetic sense would have appreciated all this, but not now.
I sat at the table, surrounded by my father's co-workers and Laura's famous friends,
playing around with my food. Don't get me wrong, it was delicious - but the company
around me made me lose my appetite. Looking up and across from me, I saw someone who
I hadn't noticed before.
A strikingly handsome blond boy who seemed around my age sat just across from me, his
posture straight and his suit complimenting his slender figure. He caught my eye and
smiled, opening his mouth to speak.
"Nice place, huh? What could be better than this?"
I rolled my eyes. "Hm....let's see...a frontal lobotomy? Having both arms amputated
without any painkillers?" To my surprise, this was met with laughter.
My stepmother, who was previously ignoring me (thankfully, as she would have killed
me for that last comment), glanced in my direction with a look of approval. This boy
was obviously the son of someone wealthy and/or famous. He smiled again, reaching out
"I should introduce myself. Alex Reidon, and you are..?"
I took his hand and shook it. Reidon! His mother, Eliza Reidon, was a top designer
who was chatting with mom, and his father was one of dad's associates.
"Samantha Kopit. C-call me Sam, th-though."
I blushed when I found myself stammering. What on earth was going on? Looking around,
Alex grinned. "May I please be excused?" He called to his parents. They nodded, and
he got up, cocking his head slightly in the other direction, as if beckoning me.
Feeling my face grow warmer still, I nodded. "May I also be excused?" I called over
to Laura, who nodded, not really listening.
Getting up, I joined Alex from where he was behind the column waiting for me, and he
took my hand. A tremor went through my spine. Come on, matchmaker! What's all this
about freaking out around a guy? Just go back to the table. I tried screaming at
myself. However, it was too late to go back now. He was already leading me somewhere.
And the worst part? I really, really wanted to follow along.