the weakest must go

Another ball to attend, Selina was divisive if this ball was a work ball or a Selina ball. Who she wanted to be for this event was obvious. The only downside was that after her little excursion last time, the number of real jewels being flaunted on events that let anyone in was slimming. Now all Selina could see were phonies. That wasn’t going to settle in well. Clutch in hand, Selina decided to mosey around the area, thinking that she would have to resort to other measures if she was going to make her next month’s rent. That meant taking advantage of the obvious glances made towards her from various attendees. Work was never this entertaining.

Heather’s dad sold engagement rings for a living, so of course she wouldn’t be caught dead in any jewels that weren’t 100% real.  Sure, she wasn’t going around flaunting that fact, since she had no idea what kind of people were around, but she was wearing them confidently.  She took a break from her dancing to grab a drink, and while doing so her eyes fell on another woman who appeared to be scoping out the area.  “Enjoying yourself?”  She asked, an eyebrow raised.

I’m gonna send a few of these out in a few minutes but I figured I’d put this out there!

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“Well you don’t seem too happy for me.”  Heather crossed her arms over her chest.  The girl looked a little different, like she’d aged a little, but Heather definitely knew it was Sally no matter what.  “Aren’t you happy?  This is, like, a big deal!”

ur full of yourself tbh