Chapter 49 Suck It Up Or Forget Me

There were so many typical rich people with their fa ade on, chatting to each other like they were soul mates, but in reality, most of them were back stabbing bitches and I even caught some of them snickering behind their so called 'best friends.' Most of the ladies were attached to a questionable men dressed in suits and both kinds were engrossed in flirty conversations.

Every little thing looked expensive and was made from fine jewels, gems and the best material. From carpets that looked like they were bought directly from the middle east and the cream coloured walls without a single crack, this place was magnificent. I heard the old, rich owner of this estate loudly boast about the massive crystal chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling and I was getting paranoid that it would fall any second.