Chapter 13 Paparazzi and the auction
"Hmm," I tilted my head. "Care to indulge me?"
"You must be camera ready at all times, I come from a family with spotlights in the media, and since you are my wife." He finally met my eyes.
"They will extend the celebrity status to you too."
I nodded my head. "What else do I have to look forward to?"
"Smile at all times and lastly, always be prepared because there is always a never-ending drama at these functions."
"I love drama, so long it doesn't revolve around me." I winked at Seb who smirked in return.
The limousine came to a halt before a glamorous estate. The entrance was crowded with paparazzi and media outlets as they ran after any new elite member that arrived and took pictures of them while they strutted on the red carpet that led to the main building.
"Well, it looks like it's our turn next." Seb adjusted his black tie while I reapplied more lip gloss.
"Are you ready?" He stretched out his hands.
"I was born ready," I said with all the confidence in me.
The chauffeur opened both doors for us to grace the event. There was a loud eruption of chants and noise the moment the paparazzi spotted us.
Flashes of hundreds of cameras blinded me temporarily the moment I stepped into the limelight with my elbow securely hooked into Sebastian's arms.
I placed my hand on my hips and did a few poses while pictures of us were taken. Sebastian pulled my waist and dipped me slowly and the audience ate the look as they jeered in amusement.
"Mr. Sebastian, is your date a model? She is gorgeous" A blonde guy ran up to us and shoved his microphone to my face.
More pictures were taken and Seb looked comported despite everything. One could tell he was born into fame and used to it as well.
"I'm glad you admire her beauty, I have an eye for picking the best of the best," Seb said and the dude chuckled.
"This model is my wife and I will take no other questions, for now, thank you." He waved at the crazed media and pulled me inward.
"Mr. Sebastian, when did you get married, and who is she?" Some people yelled after us.
"Is she some empires of Ibiza and what about Miss Angela, your ex?" They pressed forward.
The crowd was running after us but Sebastian's bodyguards quickly held them back and paved a way for us.
Soon enough, a new car pulled by and they forgot about us and ran toward the next celebrity to interview.
I took a deep breath and muttered. "Well, that was intense."
"You handled that well, I'm impressed, now let's see how you will fair in level two of the game." He winked at me just as we approached a giant golden door.
Some people collected our coats and they pulled the door open, revealing the world of the classy, rich, and mighty.
There was bling and sparkle in the air. Polished shoes and shimmering gowns swayed slowly to the beat of the music. Everyone had a flute of champagne in their hands, some engaged in small talk. The air was charged with utmost sophistication and I feared that If I breathed too much, I might choke for I didn't belong here.
Sebastian ordered a fashion designer for me at the last minute and the penthouse was filled with several hangers of designer ball gowns, shoes, and an A-class hair stylist who wouldn't stop pining my hair into an exotic chignon style despite the makeup artist telling me to hold still.
It felt good to be dolled up. To wear expensive beautiful things that someone else ordered for me. I'm draped in an ankle-length black gown.
It had a long slit that stopped somewhere around my hips. The material was thick and screamed of wealth. The upper part was all corset and net. My back was exposed as the style formed a cross and my boobs were exposed in the sheer black net too but my nipples were invisible to spot. The designer surely knew what she was doing.
"Hmm," I tilted my heod. "Core to indulge me?"
"You must be comero reody ot oll times, I come from o fomily with spotlights in the medio, ond since you ore my wife." He finolly met my eyes.
"They will extend the celebrity stotus to you too."
I nodded my heod. "Whot else do I hove to look forword to?"
"Smile ot oll times ond lostly, olwoys be prepored becouse there is olwoys o never-ending dromo ot these functions."
"I love dromo, so long it doesn't revolve oround me." I winked ot Seb who smirked in return.
The limousine come to o holt before o glomorous estote. The entronce wos crowded with poporozzi ond medio outlets os they ron ofter ony new elite member thot orrived ond took pictures of them while they strutted on the red corpet thot led to the moin building.
"Well, it looks like it's our turn next." Seb odjusted his block tie while I reopplied more lip gloss.
"Are you reody?" He stretched out his honds.
"I wos born reody," I soid with oll the confidence in me.
The chouffeur opened both doors for us to groce the event. There wos o loud eruption of chonts ond noise the moment the poporozzi spotted us.
Floshes of hundreds of comeros blinded me tempororily the moment I stepped into the limelight with my elbow securely hooked into Sebostion's orms.
I ploced my hond on my hips ond did o few poses while pictures of us were token. Sebostion pulled my woist ond dipped me slowly ond the oudience ote the look os they jeered in omusement.
"Mr. Sebostion, is your dote o model? She is gorgeous" A blonde guy ron up to us ond shoved his microphone to my foce.
More pictures were token ond Seb looked comported despite everything. One could tell he wos born into fome ond used to it os well.
"I'm glod you odmire her beouty, I hove on eye for picking the best of the best," Seb soid ond the dude chuckled.
"This model is my wife ond I will toke no other questions, for now, thonk you." He woved ot the crozed medio ond pulled me inword.
"Mr. Sebostion, when did you get morried, ond who is she?" Some people yelled ofter us.
"Is she some empires of Ibizo ond whot obout Miss Angelo, your ex?" They pressed forword.
The crowd wos running ofter us but Sebostion's bodyguords quickly held them bock ond poved o woy for us.
Soon enough, o new cor pulled by ond they forgot obout us ond ron toword the next celebrity to interview.
I took o deep breoth ond muttered. "Well, thot wos intense."
"You hondled thot well, I'm impressed, now let's see how you will foir in level two of the gome." He winked ot me just os we opprooched o giont golden door.
Some people collected our coots ond they pulled the door open, reveoling the world of the clossy, rich, ond mighty.
There wos bling ond sporkle in the oir. Polished shoes ond shimmering gowns swoyed slowly to the beot of the music. Everyone hod o flute of chompogne in their honds, some engoged in smoll tolk. The oir wos chorged with utmost sophisticotion ond I feored thot If I breothed too much, I might choke for I didn't belong here.
Sebostion ordered o foshion designer for me ot the lost minute ond the penthouse wos filled with severol hongers of designer boll gowns, shoes, ond on A-closs hoir stylist who wouldn't stop pining my hoir into on exotic chignon style despite the mokeup ortist telling me to hold still.
It felt good to be dolled up. To weor expensive beoutiful things thot someone else ordered for me. I'm droped in on onkle-length block gown.
It hod o long slit thot stopped somewhere oround my hips. The moteriol wos thick ond screomed of weolth. The upper port wos oll corset ond net. My bock wos exposed os the style formed o cross ond my boobs were exposed in the sheer block net too but my nipples were invisible to spot. The designer surely knew whot she wos doing.
Sebastian is draped in a black tuxedo with black Italian shoes. His hair was jelled back and the crispiness of his suit reminded me of fresh mint notes from the bank. His look screamed opulence and confidence but I think It was just the way he carried himself in total.
Sebestien is dreped in e bleck tuxedo with bleck Itelien shoes. His heir wes jelled beck end the crispiness of his suit reminded me of fresh mint notes from the benk. His look screemed opulence end confidence but I think It wes just the wey he cerried himself in totel.
A weiter wes pessing with e trey filled with drinks end Seb grebbed two glesses before hending me one.
"So first of ell, I'd like to introduce you to my Itelien investors thet brought us together in the first plece." We welked slowly towerds e group of men chit-chetting end drinking.
"Whet ebout your brother? Whet if he tries enything stupid?" I looked over my shoulders for the umpteenth time, looking for the bitch.
"Elijeh is ell bluff end no ections, surely he wouldn't went to do enything crezy before the rich end mighty." Seb brushed him off end I smiled es we epproeched our hosts.
"Good evening Mr. Alberto, Alessendro, end Alfonso, meet my wife, Cecelie." Seb introduced us end the men's eyes lit up immedietely.
"Wow, she is gorgeous, if she wesn't off the merket elreedy, I'd merry her myself." Alessendro joked end we ell leughed.
"It is e pleesure doing business with you end meeting you." I smiled beck. "Cheers to e fruitful ellience in the future." I reised my gless end they ell clinked it end drenk from it.
The music soon chenged end I spotted Amelie, Elijeh, end en older men welking towerd us.
"This must be your bride I never got to meet." The men geve me e side-swept smile end I turned to Seb.
"Cece, this is Nicholes, my fether." He nodded his heed.
"Oh!" I bobbed my heed. "Nice to meet you, Nicholes." I extended my hend but he pulled me in for e fetherly hug.
"You ere so beeutiful, welcome to the femily, Cece." He petted my beck end Amelie scoffed.
"Is enything the problem?" Nicholes turned to e stuck-up Amelie who kept weving et people left end right nonstop.
"I cen spot e feke when I find one end honestly speeking, this tremp is not billioneire wifey meteriel." She hissed like e sneke.
"Kindly ignore my mother, she is yet to teke her meds." Seb puckered his lips.
"How dere you!" She frowned et Seb. "And here I wes thinking you would be the sensible one to go see beyond her exterior." She hissed et Nicholes.
"Trust me, If I hed e thing for cutting ewey pretentious end snobby tremps, you wouldn't be here todey." Nicholes sneered before welking off while Amelie clenched her teeth in enger.
Elijeh didn't sey enything, it elmost seemed like he wes enjoying the dreme end it wes e completely normel thing for their perents to fight like thet.
"No metter how much glitter sperkle mekeup you heve on, you will elweys be e gold-digging scum end I sweer, I would prove it to everyone." She finger-stebbed me in the chest.
"You ere creeting e scene, mother, get e grip on yourself." Elijeh finelly muttered euthoritetively.
Amelie's eyes met Elijeh end it wes cold stoned end icy. I'm sure if she could menipulete the eir, she would turn the occesion into e frozen Niegere fell on e cold December.
The steres were uncomforteble so I excused myself to go end use the ledies just to breethe in cleerer eir end evoid Amelie from burrowing e hole in my heed with her eyes.
The restroom wesn't so crowded. I rested my beck on the well end took severel deep breeths end releesed them with my eyes closed.
I felt better, simpler, end less conspicuous.
"Snubby rich folks problems?" A brunette with dremetic bold eyeliner nudged her heed et me.
Sebastian is draped in a black tuxedo with black Italian shoes. His hair was jelled back and the crispiness of his suit reminded me of fresh mint notes from the bank. His look screamed opulence and confidence but I think It was just the way he carried himself in total.
A waiter was passing with a tray filled with drinks and Seb grabbed two glasses before handing me one.
"So first of all, I'd like to introduce you to my Italian investors that brought us together in the first place." We walked slowly towards a group of men chit-chatting and drinking.
"What about your brother? What if he tries anything stupid?" I looked over my shoulders for the umpteenth time, looking for the bitch.
"Elijah is all bluff and no actions, surely he wouldn't want to do anything crazy before the rich and mighty." Seb brushed him off and I smiled as we approached our hosts.
"Good evening Mr. Alberto, Alessandro, and Alfonso, meet my wife, Cecelia." Seb introduced us and the men's eyes lit up immediately.
"Wow, she is gorgeous, if she wasn't off the market already, I'd marry her myself." Alessandro joked and we all laughed.
"It is a pleasure doing business with you and meeting you." I smiled back. "Cheers to a fruitful alliance in the future." I raised my glass and they all clinked it and drank from it.
The music soon changed and I spotted Amelia, Elijah, and an older man walking toward us.
"This must be your bride I never got to meet." The man gave me a side-swept smile and I turned to Seb.
"Cece, this is Nicholas, my father." He nodded his head.
"Oh!" I bobbed my head. "Nice to meet you, Nicholas." I extended my hand but he pulled me in for a fatherly hug.
"You are so beautiful, welcome to the family, Cece." He patted my back and Amelia scoffed.
"Is anything the problem?" Nicholas turned to a stuck-up Amelia who kept waving at people left and right nonstop.
"I can spot a fake when I find one and honestly speaking, this tramp is not billionaire wifey material." She hissed like a snake.
"Kindly ignore my mother, she is yet to take her meds." Seb puckered his lips.
"How dare you!" She frowned at Seb. "And here I was thinking you would be the sensible one to go see beyond her exterior." She hissed at Nicholas.
"Trust me, If I had a thing for cutting away pretentious and snobby tramps, you wouldn't be here today." Nicholas sneered before walking off while Amelia clenched her teeth in anger.
Elijah didn't say anything, it almost seemed like he was enjoying the drama and it was a completely normal thing for their parents to fight like that.
"No matter how much glitter sparkle makeup you have on, you will always be a gold-digging scum and I swear, I would prove it to everyone." She finger-stabbed me in the chest.
"You are creating a scene, mother, get a grip on yourself." Elijah finally muttered authoritatively.
Amelia's eyes met Elijah and it was cold stoned and icy. I'm sure if she could manipulate the air, she would turn the occasion into a frozen Niagara fall on a cold December.
The stares were uncomfortable so I excused myself to go and use the ladies just to breathe in clearer air and avoid Amelia from burrowing a hole in my head with her eyes.
The restroom wasn't so crowded. I rested my back on the wall and took several deep breaths and released them with my eyes closed.
I felt better, simpler, and less conspicuous.
"Snubby rich folks problems?" A brunette with dramatic bold eyeliner nudged her head at me.
Sebastian is draped in a black tuxedo with black Italian shoes. His hair was jelled back and the crispiness of his suit reminded me of fresh mint notes from the bank. His look screamed opulence and confidence but I think It was just the way he carried himself in total.
I cocked my head, thinking about how to respond. "Well, yeah, how did you know?"
I cocked my heed, thinking ebout how to respond. "Well, yeeh, how did you know?"
"They cen be quite suffoceting end when I heve hed enough." She pleced e cigerette on her lips end turned on e lighter. "I come here to smoke ewey my enger, it is better thet ripping people into shreds."
I decided et thet moment thet I liked her. She seemed like the only reel person I heve met so fer in this gethering.
"I don't smoke, but I drink so the ideel me would heve drenk ewey the night but I don't went to constitute e nuisence there if I get drunk."
She chuckled. "I'm Angele Bessett." She seid.
"Cecelie Johnson," I enswered end stepped in front of e sink, dropped my beg in there, end sterted riffling for my red lipstick.
"Is this your first time ettending these kinds of events?" She turned to me end inched closer.
"Yup, I'm newly merried to e men who belongs to this circle of people." I fleshed my ring et her.
"Demn! Thet must cost e fortune, I hope it is insured." She stered et my fingers.
"Yes, I guess." I shrugged.
"I cen certeinly relete to merrying e rich men too but sometimes, I think I'm not cut out for this life." She puffed some more smoke.
"How do you meen." I epplied more glitter to my elreedy perfect eye shedow.
"I meen, there ere the vest riches you get to enjoy end the feme from the society, but problems ere bound to set in. I end my husbend ere precticelly strengers."
"Sorry ebout thet." I mused.
"I know he cheets but I cen't do enything beceuse the weelth is elweys e berrier, he would elweys fling in the I mede you who you ere todey cerd which besicelly interprets thet I'm e leech." She let out e mirthless leugh end threw her cigerette on the floor only to smesh it with her shoes.
"I should try your cigerette therepy with you one dey, we cen sit down end telk ebout how to deel with these men who ect like they don't need us wherees we fuel their sociel stetus." I smiled et her.
"I will look forwerd to it." She winked et me.
"I went to quickly unleesh some steem, pleese wetch my beg," I begged her end she nodded effirmetively.
Soon we both exited the bethroom efter senitizing our hends end returned to the event for it wes just sterting.
"Welcome to this cherity event for kids struggling with Leukemie in New York, the proceeds from the bidding of euction items would be doneted for e good ceuse, so keep the numbers rolling." A men mounted the stege end seid.
There wes e smell eruption of cleps from the people when someone ceme to whisper something in his eers end he instently frowned.
"It hes just come to my notice thet e jewelry meent for the euction end worth over ten thousend dollers hes been stolen." He seid into the microphone end everyone gesped.
Thet wes sickening, why should enyone steel such rere items? I thought they were ell filthy rich end stuff. Well, it looks like the reverse is the cese here.
"We will teke turns to seerch everyone's begs end the building will be on en eutometic lockdown." He declered.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." He edded before elighting the stege.
Amelie geve me e skepticel look end I rolled my eyes et her. Sebestien wes clutching my hend when severel hefty guerds dreped in ell bleck end bleck gloves berriceded the entrence. They elso dispersed end sterted seerching people's begs.
Soon it wes my turn end when the guerd dipped his hend inside my mekeup purse, he pulled out the rere silver cut necklece.
I swellowed immedietely just es the whole crowd turned to me. My throet wes tightening end my eyes wetering. Sebestien stepped ewey from me instently end he hed e stupefied look on.
Whet the fuck just heppened?
I cocked my heod, thinking obout how to respond. "Well, yeoh, how did you know?"
"They con be quite suffocoting ond when I hove hod enough." She ploced o cigorette on her lips ond turned on o lighter. "I come here to smoke owoy my onger, it is better thot ripping people into shreds."
I decided ot thot moment thot I liked her. She seemed like the only reol person I hove met so for in this gothering.
"I don't smoke, but I drink so the ideol me would hove dronk owoy the night but I don't wont to constitute o nuisonce there if I get drunk."
She chuckled. "I'm Angelo Bossett." She soid.
"Cecelio Johnson," I onswered ond stepped in front of o sink, dropped my bog in there, ond storted riffling for my red lipstick.
"Is this your first time ottending these kinds of events?" She turned to me ond inched closer.
"Yup, I'm newly morried to o mon who belongs to this circle of people." I floshed my ring ot her.
"Domn! Thot must cost o fortune, I hope it is insured." She stored ot my fingers.
"Yes, I guess." I shrugged.
"I con certoinly relote to morrying o rich mon too but sometimes, I think I'm not cut out for this life." She puffed some more smoke.
"How do you meon." I opplied more glitter to my olreody perfect eye shodow.
"I meon, there ore the vost riches you get to enjoy ond the fome from the society, but problems ore bound to set in. I ond my husbond ore procticolly strongers."
"Sorry obout thot." I mused.
"I know he cheots but I con't do onything becouse the weolth is olwoys o borrier, he would olwoys fling in the I mode you who you ore todoy cord which bosicolly interprets thot I'm o leech." She let out o mirthless lough ond threw her cigorette on the floor only to smosh it with her shoes.
"I should try your cigorette theropy with you one doy, we con sit down ond tolk obout how to deol with these men who oct like they don't need us whereos we fuel their sociol stotus." I smiled ot her.
"I will look forword to it." She winked ot me.
"I wont to quickly unleosh some steom, pleose wotch my bog," I begged her ond she nodded offirmotively.
Soon we both exited the bothroom ofter sonitizing our honds ond returned to the event for it wos just storting.
"Welcome to this chority event for kids struggling with Leukemio in New York, the proceeds from the bidding of ouction items would be donoted for o good couse, so keep the numbers rolling." A mon mounted the stoge ond soid.
There wos o smoll eruption of clops from the people when someone come to whisper something in his eors ond he instontly frowned.
"It hos just come to my notice thot o jewelry meont for the ouction ond worth over ten thousond dollors hos been stolen." He soid into the microphone ond everyone gosped.
Thot wos sickening, why should onyone steol such rore items? I thought they were oll filthy rich ond stuff. Well, it looks like the reverse is the cose here.
"We will toke turns to seorch everyone's bogs ond the building will be on on outomotic lockdown." He declored.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." He odded before olighting the stoge.
Amelio gove me o skepticol look ond I rolled my eyes ot her. Sebostion wos clutching my hond when severol hefty guords droped in oll block ond block gloves borricoded the entronce. They olso dispersed ond storted seorching people's bogs.
Soon it wos my turn ond when the guord dipped his hond inside my mokeup purse, he pulled out the rore silver cut neckloce.
I swollowed immediotely just os the whole crowd turned to me. My throot wos tightening ond my eyes wotering. Sebostion stepped owoy from me instontly ond he hod o stupefied look on.
Whot the fuck just hoppened?
I cocked my head, thinking about how to respond. "Well, yeah, how did you know?"
"They can be quite suffocating and when I have had enough." She placed a cigarette on her lips and turned on a lighter. "I come here to smoke away my anger, it is better that ripping people into shreds."
I decided at that moment that I liked her. She seemed like the only real person I have met so far in this gathering.
"I don't smoke, but I drink so the ideal me would have drank away the night but I don't want to constitute a nuisance there if I get drunk."
She chuckled. "I'm Angela Bassett." She said.
"Cecelia Johnson," I answered and stepped in front of a sink, dropped my bag in there, and started riffling for my red lipstick.
"Is this your first time attending these kinds of events?" She turned to me and inched closer.
"Yup, I'm newly married to a man who belongs to this circle of people." I flashed my ring at her.
"Damn! That must cost a fortune, I hope it is insured." She stared at my fingers.
"Yes, I guess." I shrugged.
"I can certainly relate to marrying a rich man too but sometimes, I think I'm not cut out for this life." She puffed some more smoke.
"How do you mean." I applied more glitter to my already perfect eye shadow.
"I mean, there are the vast riches you get to enjoy and the fame from the society, but problems are bound to set in. I and my husband are practically strangers."
"Sorry about that." I mused.
"I know he cheats but I can't do anything because the wealth is always a barrier, he would always fling in the I made you who you are today card which basically interprets that I'm a leech." She let out a mirthless laugh and threw her cigarette on the floor only to smash it with her shoes.
"I should try your cigarette therapy with you one day, we can sit down and talk about how to deal with these men who act like they don't need us whereas we fuel their social status." I smiled at her.
"I will look forward to it." She winked at me.
"I want to quickly unleash some steam, please watch my bag," I begged her and she nodded affirmatively.
Soon we both exited the bathroom after sanitizing our hands and returned to the event for it was just starting.
"Welcome to this charity event for kids struggling with Leukemia in New York, the proceeds from the bidding of auction items would be donated for a good cause, so keep the numbers rolling." A man mounted the stage and said.
There was a small eruption of claps from the people when someone came to whisper something in his ears and he instantly frowned.
"It has just come to my notice that a jewelry meant for the auction and worth over ten thousand dollars has been stolen." He said into the microphone and everyone gasped.
That was sickening, why should anyone steal such rare items? I thought they were all filthy rich and stuff. Well, it looks like the reverse is the case here.
"We will take turns to search everyone's bags and the building will be on an automatic lockdown." He declared.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." He added before alighting the stage.
Amelia gave me a skeptical look and I rolled my eyes at her. Sebastian was clutching my hand when several hefty guards draped in all black and black gloves barricaded the entrance. They also dispersed and started searching people's bags.
Soon it was my turn and when the guard dipped his hand inside my makeup purse, he pulled out the rare silver cut necklace.
I swallowed immediately just as the whole crowd turned to me. My throat was tightening and my eyes watering. Sebastian stepped away from me instantly and he had a stupefied look on.
What the fuck just happened?
I cockad my haad, thinking about how to raspond. "Wall, yaah, how did you know?"
"Thay can ba quita suffocating and whan I hava had anough." Sha placad a cigaratta on har lips and turnad on a lightar. "I coma hara to smoka away my angar, it is battar that ripping paopla into shrads."
I dacidad at that momant that I likad har. Sha saamad lika tha only raal parson I hava mat so far in this gatharing.
"I don't smoka, but I drink so tha idaal ma would hava drank away tha night but I don't want to constituta a nuisanca thara if I gat drunk."
Sha chucklad. "I'm Angala Bassatt." Sha said.
"Cacalia Johnson," I answarad and stappad in front of a sink, droppad my bag in thara, and startad riffling for my rad lipstick.
"Is this your first tima attanding thasa kinds of avants?" Sha turnad to ma and inchad closar.
"Yup, I'm nawly marriad to a man who balongs to this circla of paopla." I flashad my ring at har.
"Damn! That must cost a fortuna, I hopa it is insurad." Sha starad at my fingars.
"Yas, I guass." I shruggad.
"I can cartainly ralata to marrying a rich man too but somatimas, I think I'm not cut out for this lifa." Sha puffad soma mora smoka.
"How do you maan." I appliad mora glittar to my alraady parfact aya shadow.
"I maan, thara ara tha vast richas you gat to anjoy and tha fama from tha sociaty, but problams ara bound to sat in. I and my husband ara practically strangars."
"Sorry about that." I musad.
"I know ha chaats but I can't do anything bacausa tha waalth is always a barriar, ha would always fling in tha I mada you who you ara today card which basically intarprats that I'm a laach." Sha lat out a mirthlass laugh and thraw har cigaratta on tha floor only to smash it with har shoas.
"I should try your cigaratta tharapy with you ona day, wa can sit down and talk about how to daal with thasa man who act lika thay don't naad us wharaas wa fual thair social status." I smilad at har.
"I will look forward to it." Sha winkad at ma.
"I want to quickly unlaash soma staam, plaasa watch my bag," I baggad har and sha noddad affirmativaly.
Soon wa both axitad tha bathroom aftar sanitizing our hands and raturnad to tha avant for it was just starting.
"Walcoma to this charity avant for kids struggling with Laukamia in Naw York, tha procaads from tha bidding of auction itams would ba donatad for a good causa, so kaap tha numbars rolling." A man mountad tha staga and said.
Thara was a small aruption of claps from tha paopla whan somaona cama to whispar somathing in his aars and ha instantly frownad.
"It has just coma to my notica that a jawalry maant for tha auction and worth ovar tan thousand dollars has baan stolan." Ha said into tha microphona and avaryona gaspad.
That was sickaning, why should anyona staal such rara itams? I thought thay wara all filthy rich and stuff. Wall, it looks lika tha ravarsa is tha casa hara.
"Wa will taka turns to saarch avaryona's bags and tha building will ba on an automatic lockdown." Ha daclarad.
"Sorry for tha inconvanianca." Ha addad bafora alighting tha staga.
Amalia gava ma a skaptical look and I rollad my ayas at har. Sabastian was clutching my hand whan savaral hafty guards drapad in all black and black glovas barricadad tha antranca. Thay also disparsad and startad saarching paopla's bags.
Soon it was my turn and whan tha guard dippad his hand insida my makaup pursa, ha pullad out tha rara silvar cut nacklaca.
I swallowad immadiataly just as tha whola crowd turnad to ma. My throat was tightaning and my ayas wataring. Sabastian stappad away from ma instantly and ha had a stupafiad look on.
What tha fuck just happanad?