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It was 6:30 by the time they arrived back at Lydia’s house. My mom was already there, chatting with Elena in the kitchen. Will and the disgusting Gemma were in the living room, mildly bickering over some detail that had to with her parents’ upcoming ball.
That’s right, an actual ball. As in fancy dresses, men in tuxedos, a private orchestra, a ballroom, the whole thing.
Because her family is as ridiculous as she is. And as pretentious. A surprise 50th birthday for “Daddy” couldn’t just be like a regular party. It had to involve engraved invitations to the right people, who would then have to spend crazy amounts of money for the proper clothes and some sort of extravagant gift that would justify having been invited to such a gala event.
Gemma let slip about the ball one night while w
