♡︎~Chapter 5~♡︎ AMBER

Amber Rhett was a lot of things; proud, arrogant, a feminist who hates females, males or any human specie, but she wasn't one thing.

A late comer.

She and her friends—more like mere sets of people who work with her because her dear old mother was The Rhett Queen (she literally called herself that)—were supposed to meet that night for their weekly meeting. Two minutes past eight, and no one was around yet.

A lot could happen in two minutes. Even in the nickel of second!

Well, there was an unfamiliar face seated next to her, pretending to care for her. She'd applied on her face a heavy plaster of foundation, and stood like a broom in those cheap red flare gown. Amber could had sworn she heard the woman speaking to her, but her mind had been diverted to the lady who'd just been with her hours ago. What had they call her again? Korra?

It was a new zone for her, as she never really had people genuinely cared for her before. They pretended though, but that was just about it. Hours later, and their acting would expire. But that lady for some reason smiled, and asked her if she'd been alright.

Five women, all in red, majestically walked in, and headed straight for her table. "We're so sorry, Amber." The one in front who also happened to be the most flashy one amongst them, said.

"Just grab a seat and let's get on with the bloody meeting." Amber's eyes were terrifying to look at, so she predicted. She loved it when people feared her. It's pleased her in a way...kept nuisance off from messing with you.

"Yes, sure." Another woman of the five said, and they each grabbed a seat as Amber had ordered, and began the night.

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Forty minutes passed and Amber wished she could escape from the hellish scenery. They giggled, laughed, even cried, but amidst all of the shared emotional shenanigans, Amber Rhett frowned. Not a frown that lasted for just a few seconds because of something annoying someone had said, or the type that caused her brows to furrow when in confusion or surprise. No.

It was the type that was always masked on Amber's face.

All. The. Time.

As if she could notice the boredom that had incubated into her soul, Sarah, the most flashy one amongst them, spilled. "I'm getting married!"

Sarah was an overdoser. Everything she did was always too much, or it was nothing at all. They each agreed to dress for that week gathering in red. The rest of the women had on them a minimum red colored dress, some straight simple gown, others, flared, pleated, and other designs a stylist would only know of. Even Amber was on a crimson mini gown that had flares just before the knee. It appreciated her curves and stomach abs.

Sarah Palin on the other hand, wore an extravagant blooming red jumpsuit, and since she'd just recently done the plumping ass and boobs surgery, well... It looked extravagant on her. Her hair was a Rapunzel length ugly blonde—a new hair dye she was working with.

She was a plastic barbie doll, something she didn't use to be roughly seven months ago.

The ladies all went 'oohs' and 'ahhs', gleefully cheery of her news. She would be the first one of the group to be getting married.

Deep down, Amber was happy for her. She wasn't a total psychotic witch who delighted not in other people's well being. Her mind was melted as she caught a glimpse of the diamond ring in Sarah's finger. Amber was sure she purposely showed up flamboyant that night to mock the rest of them. It was all show for bragging.

They hadn't even cared as per what happened to her. The scar on her face seemed vivid enough to the eyes, yet that night, they all had been somehow blind.

"Oh Amber, you look hurt." "Are you okay?" "What happened to you?"

No nothing!

"Amber, didn't you hear me?" Sarah frowned, written all over her face a mocking stern.

Amber's eyes never left her stare. "Happy to hear." She said instead of; "So what, you cheap ass bitch?"

Sarah looked unsatisfied. "That's all? You're not even going to say congratu-"

"Congratulations. Hurray," Said Amber in the most sarcastic tone ever. At least that was what she thought, and hoped she hadn't sounded like a Disney menacing villain.

"Well, thank you." She began to smile, "for a moment there I had thought you were jealous of me or something," a chuckle followed.

Amber was patient. The rest of the women turned to stare at her, bulging eyes waiting to see what would happen next. The group was okay, as long as Sarah wasn't there. She used to be a nobody, cowering under the feet of the Rhett family. Now that she was engaged to a member of the Alfredo family, her pride had grown heavy wings. The Alfredos were prestigious low life thugs in New Jersey—twenty in twenty one people knew of the name.

"I'm tired, and I need rest." Amber gathered her stuff—a beige colored Berkin bag, her car keys, and a neon scarf—on the table, and rose up. "I'll leave first," and with that, she ambled out the restaurant.

Nobody objected.

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Amber didn't feel like driving that night.

Apart from the fact that she'd been hurt from the accident, her head just wasn't in the right sense. Everything irked her. The air choked and the crescent moon disturbed. People tormented her, nature taunted her. Her own hair annoyingly tickled her neck area as the wind blew across, reminding her that she urgently needed a hair cut.

She'd called her personal driver to come pick up her car, and had left the key with the security man at the entrance of the restaurant.

Since her home wasn't far from the restaurant, she decided to take a stroll home. She had also had it as a goal to get a haircut. The Houston Home, one of the many salons she visited, was just a few blocks away. She maintained her lane on the walkway, hoping not to bump into anyone, familiar or not. The street lights brightened the area, and even that annoyed Amber. The salon was already in clear view of sight. Something in her bag vibrated and Amber ignored, thinking it was one of those times when her imagination grew wild. It happened once in a while, where her body would feel vibrating sound but in fact was never always there at all.

The phantom vibration syndrome.

Seconds later, the vibrating started again. She halted, walked towards the side of the walls in the corner, and rummaged through her bags for her phone.

It was still ringing when she saw it, but she stared and waited for it to stop. When it did, she threw it back in her bag and continued her strolling.

Sarah's words rang through her ears.

"...for a moment there I had thought you were jealous of me or something,"

Jealousy was a strong redundant word to use in describing how she felt. Whether Amber wished to believe it or not, she was an engaged woman. Even if neither she or her fiance acknowledged of the fact.