The Event Organizer

Chapter 13

Saturdays. The day of the week that has the second-fewest exciting events. Throughout my time spent in high school and college, the time of the week that I looked forward to the most was always the weekend. Having said that, this is not the situation any longer.

Sophie informed me that she was going to spend a few days in the apartment she shares with her partner, so I would be spending some time all by myself in this enormous duplex for a while. If only our mother could see how lovely our lives are right now, there would be so many happy tears shed for her.

It is essential for me to have good friends. I ought to rewrite that as: I require reliable friends, not individuals who will eventually betray me.

What should one do? I know the solution to this problem!

I was seated on the white couch when I pulled out my phone and dialed Penelope's number.

Penney: Hello, Macy

I don't know, perhaps we could get together and have some drinks. Me: I don't know.

Penny: That sounds good. Is it okay if I brought some friends?

It is not a problem for me.

Penny said, "That's awesome! "I hope you have a wonderful time, and I'll see you soon."

Me: Bye!

As I attempt to ignore the magnificent mess that is my life, at least I have someone to talk to.

I cleaned the house because I didn't want Penelope to think that I was sloppy, and it was getting rather messy around there.

Cooking dilemma! So, what should I do next? As I went back and forth in the kitchen, I thought to myself, "My husband Kyle is absolutely right; there is nothing nourishing in this house other than water."

There's a chance that we can get some pizza brought to us.

This is not at all like me; in fact, I distinctly remember that Andy and Jasmine were the only guests at my house, and I have no idea where they might be right now. This behavior is completely out of character for me.

My attention was brought back to the here and now as the doorbell rang. When I went to open my door, I discovered Penelope standing outside.

"Penelope? The word "How" is the response you're looking for if you're wondering how you learned where I live. She had just knocked on my door, much to my complete shock and terror, and I had just opened it.

May I ask to be let in? As she inquired in a manner that was courteous, I mentally smacked myself for being so impolite as to not allow her inside.

I ask that you pardon my interruption, and please know that I am truly sorry. I said something, and then she walked in looking absolutely stunning.

You seem to be in a very good location; do you live there by yourself? As she looks around the room, the question occurs to her.

This weekend, she will be spending time with her boyfriend.

saying, "Okay, okay." As it would appear that you do not have anything planned for the Saturday in question, perhaps you could suggest that instead of spending the day together, we go out to a nearby bar or nightclub as an alternative to spending the day together. In the name of everything that is holy, today is Saturday! Penelope made an attempt to enliven me.

Because she is so attractive and kind, it is impossible for me to feel resentment towards her for marrying Kyle.

Okay, I'll get changed, but in the meanwhile, if you could just make yourself comfortable, that would be very appreciated. I'll be there in a moment to pick you up. I didn't waste any time and started running up to the top floor as soon as I finished.

Following that, a pair of black boots and a flowery romper with a V-neck were presented to the audience. I quickly combed my hair, put it in a ponytail, and applied some light makeup before heading back down to the basement. I didn't want to keep her waiting, so I did it all in a hurry.

When I entered the living area, I saw her concentrating very hard on what was happening on the television. After getting a better look at her, I noticed that she was staring at the picture of my mother that was in the frame. As a result, I took a deep breath and laboriously attempted to get a word in edgewise.

She turned her head towards me and inquired in an upbeat manner, "Is this your mother?" I was standing in very close proximity to her.

I'll let you know right off the bat, before you ever ask, that "yes, she's dead." I retorted, feeling the sting of the realization that my comments would be heard.

Penelope conveyed her feelings of sorrow by saying, "I'm sorry."

There is no need to cry any longer, so hurry up and leave the room! I changed the topic of the conversation to avoid talking about it.

"Let's do it!" As a response, she took both of my arms in hers and led me out the door.

I locked the door behind me and followed Penelope to her car. When we got there, she hurriedly got inside and took off.

You didn't exactly provide me with any information on who would be coming to the club with us, did you? After coming to the conclusion that I had no idea who was going to accompany us, I asked the query.

That's right, my future husband and his pals. She responded while keeping her eyes on the road at all times.

"Is Kyle really going to make an appearance?" I yelled at her in a whisper, and she looked at me in a peculiar way in response.

"Yes, should I be worried about something?" After staring at me intensely for a few minutes, she eventually turned her attention back to the road.

"No! Absolutely not an issue at all.

Your statement, "You call him Kyle?" took me by surprise when I heard it. How peculiar! She carried on further.

The impression I had of Mr. Matthews was that he was overly prim and proper. "I will call you by your first name." I decided to take a defensive stance.

It makes perfect sense.

What exactly is our game plan? I started to get suspicious when she took a turn that I wasn't expecting.

Is she making preparations to kidnap me?

Relax, everyone; we're only going to be taking one car to Ashton's hotel. After hearing the explanation, I found myself nodding along with her.

We had arrived at one of the most luxurious hotels in the city of New York. The name "The Gold Wing" is written in neon above the building, and the whole thing is covered in gold plating.

It has been relayed to me that the Gold Wing is one of the hotels in New York City with the highest rates. Performers, musicians, and artists will be attending as guests.

What about "Earth, Macy" as an alternative? Penelope said with a soft voice. When I thought I was checking into a five-star hotel, I must have been daydreaming at the time.

Penny escorted me straight to my room without making a stop at the front desk. I can only assume this is because she is familiar with the location of Ashton's room. We took the elevator to the floor just below the top floor. Due to the fact that there was only one entrance on this floor, it was distinct from the others. Penny threw open the door with great haste to reveal a magnificent apartment. A stunning chandelier was responsible for providing the room's illumination.

When I turned around, Ashton was quietly savoring a bowl of fruit salad while flashing a grin at himself.

It's almost like saying, "Hey, Ash!" Penelope yelled at him, which caused him to turn his attention away from whatever he had been looking at and towards us. At that moment, two men peered around the corner at us.

"Penelope. Mackenzie. In fact, either name might be used in its place. As soon as Ashton learned of this, he questioned both Kyle and Brian.

I am to the point where I can say, "It truly does." About Brian, I believe we can reach a consensus.

After that, the issue that arises is, "Should we leave?" When Penelope inquires, the three men answer with a collective headshake of displeasure.

"The game's not over, and it's only six o'clock," Kyle continues to explain after giving me his undivided attention.

We are going to sit out on the balcony because I want Mack to have a chance to take in the view before you are ready. Penelope notified them, and then she pulled me out onto the balcony to present it to me after she had already shown it to them.

Its width and tiled floor belied the stunning panorama it revealed. There is a 360-degree view of Manhattan that can be had from this vantage point.

Is this the kind of stuff that piques your interest? I was lost in thought until Penelope interrupted me with her speech and brought a diet coke to my attention, which I gratefully accepted.

I had no idea Ashton had a private floor. After indicating that I agreed by nodding my head, I then proceeded to share my ideas.

You're saying that isn't Ashton's, right? She let out a giddy laugh before stating, "It belongs to Kyle." Every time Ashton and Brian come to New York, Kyle brings them to this restaurant, even though they don't want to remain with him. To put it another way, she provided further explanation.

Oh, that's great! the speaker exclaims at one point.

"Women, please come inside!" Pizza is available. I'm getting a call from Brian right now. Penelope's eyes locked with his, and she kept them there for a fraction of a second longer than was strictly required.

I don't comprehend.

When we got back to the living room, we started devouring the delivery of a pepperoni pizza. We each cut ourselves a slice, and then we conversed while eating the pizza.

Because we were having such a fantastic time speaking, we completely missed the fact that the hour was approaching. The guys started chanting "the later, the better" (meaning "the later, the better") in an effort to calm us down.

After getting inside the limo, the driver dropped us off, and he later gave us a call to let us know that we had arrived without incident. When we stepped out of the limo, people's gazes were riveted on us in awe.

"Oh, no, that's it. "We've reached our limit." If there is a lengthy line to get inside the club, you can be sure that I will complain about it.

To frame it another way, "Mackenzie, Mackenzie, you know nothing about being an elite; follow us." Ashton laughed and then shook his head in an animated manner.

As I went up to the doorman with the team, he immediately let us in and led us to the VIP section as soon as he recognized them. The mood was established by a black-and-white checkered floor and dim lighting or disco lights, depending on the setting. In one of the room's corners are a handful of white sofas and a number of tall, round tables.

incredible beauty all around you! Once I had made my observation, everyone looked at me in a peculiar way.

"What?!" I made a valiant effort to shout, but the volume of the music was turned up to such an extreme that no one could hear me over Brian's screaming.

I assume no one heard me, since no one appeared to hear me.

Let's get together and head out for a drink! Penelope leaned in close to my ear and murmured the information that Ashton had just shared with her.