We arrived at the party about five minutes late. Milly, Layla, Lily, Rose, and Dahlia are all rushed inside to the event room. Their formal dresses flowing in the wind as they rush. While they are rushed into the party, my father walks me through the main kitchen to the side entrance to the event room.
“You are stunning, princess,” he says as pride and tears shimmer in his eyes. “Are you ready for this?”
Are we ready for this?
Bitch, please. We were BORN ready for this! Let’s go!
I stand in silence for a moment and ponder before I answer him. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
He nods his head at me. “Good. A quick rundown of events: I will open the party with a welcome speech and get all the formal stuff out of the way. I will introduce your brother and sister to the crowd and t
