I had forced myself to stand from my bed and get ready for this party that was scheduled today. Finally, the long-awaited Mr Yang's little get-together that wasn't necessarily so little.
The theme–yes, theme–was a blood-red ball. Everyone was to arrive in the most murderous outfits, preferably dragging on the floor behind them, according to Mr Yang. The party was going to be held at his grandest house that, for some reason, was dedicated to just parties.
My dress was nothing too much, just a simple red dress with ruffles then my makeup artist did the rest of the work, adding prosthetics to make my body look like it had been in some accident that left dry blood and injuries around my body and face with messy but perfect hair to match.
Of course, I wasn't still feeling my best since I ca
