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“I know this is going to sound absolutely mental, but can I borrow your phone?” Jamie asked. “For this eclair thing, I need to call my parents and tell them I’m in jail, so it can’t come from my number. And I’d star six seven but they’ll never answer if it says blocked number. You’d be doing me a huge favor.”

Rosalia wouldn’t tell anyone else that but she was actually pretty happy to get the invitation to go to to the prestige Eclair event, it was practically a right of passage for any person who had been brought up in the Upper East Side. The soccer player, however, was not so happy at what she had been asked to do. Sure, the whole jumping off the Staten Island ferry would be alright to do in the summer, but it was still freezing outside. However, knowing she had to do it, the brunette worked out the plan. She didn’t want to be stupid, especially since cameras were watching and she didn’t want to do something that would go against her usual self.The brunette went on the first ferry leaving, wanting to get the whole thing over and do with as quickly as possible. She was pleased that the ferry wasn’t extremely busy, though she noticed the lady with the camera, obviously focussed on her every move. She waited for a moment after it set off, not wanting to jump off in the middle of the river where there was a potential risk to her life. Sure she’d pretty like to go to the Fete but she didn’t want to risk her life. Nodding to the lady to begin recording, she took off her coat before standing on the railings. “I’m going to Michael Phelps this shit,” She loudly exclaimed before diving off the deck of the very, resisting the urge to scream as she coldness engulfed her.  However, realising she had to be dramatic in order to get the invitation. “Oh my fuck, I like, totally forgot how to swim.” She responded in her best bitchy Queen Bee expression, letting out a loud scream. “Like, can one of you handsome men like please rescue me. I’ll like, give you a blow job to like thank you.”  With one of the employees reaching down to help her, she took the hand ‘accidentally’ pulling it so the man fell in after her. Hoping that would do the trick, she graciously accepted the hand of the next employee, shivering as she finally got out of the water. If she didn’t end up  getting the invitation, she wouldn’t be happy. 

Despite living in New York for her entire life and having the opportunity to go to a few of the infamous Eclair parties, she’d always missed out. She’d still been away on deployment at the last one, meaning this was the first year that she’d actually be in the city to go to the event. With the envelope having her task, she peered at it, excited and exhilarated at what she had been asked to do. She’d always wanted to do the Zip-line, though never found she had the opportunity to do it. On her next day off, Bryony headed to the starting point, dressed in leggings and a t-shirt, something she only wore on days when she had to run a lot of errands. Once going through the security talk with the instructor, she braced herself. Though she would consider herself to be an adrenaline junkie, as she looked over, seeing exactly what she was about to do couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. When it was her time she shut her eyes before jumping out, waiting a few seconds before opening them. New York flashed through her eyes as she went down the zip-line, a bright grin on her face before she reached the end. Though this whole thing was to get the invitation to the Fete, she certainly would consider doing it again. 

Sienna hadn’t really been surprised when her invitation on merit of completing the task was waiting on her work desk the morning she went into work, expecting it at any time. She knew that out of everybody in the City she deserved it much. In her eyes, the task she had to do was easy, provided she found the right area to do the skinny dipping. The options were to somehow find a way of renting a pool somewhere in the city, or she could’ve driven down to the Hamptons and gone in the beach there. Though the former was tempting, the fashion designer decided to go to the Hamptons, wanting to visit the fancy boutiques in the area. After renting an Airbnb for the weekend, with a beautiful studio included in case she was hit by inspiration, she headed off to the Hamptons. That night, after a glass of champagne for dutch courage, the redhead headed off to one of the many beaches, knowing it would be pretty unlikely to run into anyone else, seeing as it was out of season. She was armed with just a bag containing a towel, dressing gown and a GoPro to send a record of carrying out the task. Once she was near enough to the water, Sienna took off her coat, leaving her in a bikini in case there was anyone around. Turning on the camera, holding it as if she was to take a selfie on her phone, she smirked. “This is Sienna, about to skinny dip in the middle of winter..” She shivered at the cold water, wishing she could back off though she knew she was already that far. Once she had gotten into about waist deep, she turned the camera around towards the beach, before taking off the bikini bottoms, flinging them in the direction of the beach, quickly followed by the top. Once she had documented proof, Sienna turned off the camera, letting out the scream she’d resisted letting out, before running back out and wrapping the towel around her. Later on that night, after reviewing the footage, she sent it off, pleased that she was going to the only party you had to get an invite too.

Going to the Eclair Event five years ago now had been one of her best nights, one of the reasons why she was excited to get the invitation again, though she couldn’t help but furrow her brow at what she had to do. ‘PERSEPHONE – — ℰclair ℱête has noticed you and you’ve been issued a challenge to earn your invite for the largest party in history. you must complete this task by the 1st of march to earn your invite. you're required to get kicked out of trump tower to earn your invite, impress me!’ The whole challenge she had to do wasn’t too bad, seeing as she didn’t like the owner of the Tower, but working out a plan of how to do it was key. After getting one of her friends at the studio in on it, she decided to head to Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue the next day, after grabbing a few essential items for the plan to go in place.

Get kicked out of the Met. How hard could that possibly be? Well, now was as good a time as any to find out. She had an Eclair Fete invite with her name on it.

ELEANOR – — ℰclair ℱête has noticed you and you’ve been issued a challenge to earn your invite for the largest party in history. you must complete this task by the 1st of march to earn your invite. tell your parents you're married to earn your invite!

“I have to tell you something,” Peter said as he stood in the doorway of his youngest brother’s room. He had held this secret close to his chest since his brother was a small child. And Eclair Fete was making him come clean. “Can I come in?”