Snippet #2738971

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CHARLOTTE ▿ ARNAULT

Outfit
Location: Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45

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Charlotte wasn't the type to get very excited about parties that involved her family, but she also wasn't dreading today's. Unlike the frequent small dinner parties that her father seemed to enjoy hosting (recently), today's party in the Hamptons was going to be a big one. There were going to be a ton of people, as there was every year, and with it being spread out on their Long Island property, there was less of a chance of her running into her father, stepmother, or sister than there was back in their townhouse in the city. She would still be expected to act in accordance of the formal setting that their party was existing in, but it was understandably much less of a stuffy situation. The same snobby old people that her father socialized with would surely be there, and Charlotte didn't doubt that she would see many of her friends' parents in attendance, but her friends would be there as well, so it evened the playing field substantially. Still, Charlotte wasn't a bubbly and social person, so being expected to mingle with adults who her father insisted she be polite and pleasant to, even intermixed with socializing with her friends, wasn't something that she was thrilled about.

"Oh shit," Charlotte said, laughing to herself. "My text to Naya never went through." She had typed the message into her phone about an hour before, telling her that Alaina had gotten there and that they were going to smoke, but she hadn't actually hit "send" on it. It only really seemed funny now, because Charlotte and Alaina were just about done with smoking, and things just seemed more humorous after a nice smoke. As a sixteen year old, it was risky to be involved in drugs to begin with. It was even more dangerous to be doing them in your father's house, when you knew he was home. Given that their summer house was a nine bedroom home, and that her father was busy making sure everything was perfect for the biggest party he would be hosting all year, Charlotte wasn't worried. She knew that her dad would kill her if he ever caught her smoking weed, but she was just certain enough that he wouldn't, that she only lit a candle and turned on the air purifier in her bedroom before starting to smoke in the attached bathroom with Alaina. As she texted Naya a new message, she continued to speak to Alaina,"Do you think we should get ready now? Actually, wait. I'm soooo fucking hungry, and I don't trust myself eating while wearing white. Let's eat first. Are you hungry?" Charlotte knew that the first floor of her house, specifically the kitchen area, was probably bustling and busy right now. Although the party was supposed to mainly take place outside, she knew that people would be wandering in and out of the house throughout the afternoon to escape the warm weather for some time. Even now, with a few hours until guests started arriving, her house was already occupied by staff, some who had worked for them all summer to keep the house running, and others who were specifically hired for the party to help with everything from landscaping, to serving and mixing cocktails, to preparing and serving food. While Charlotte knew that a plethora of good food would be served throughout the evening, she was hungry now, and she wasn't going to wait a few hours for the many appetizers and hors d'oeuvres that would be served before dinner.

To: Naya
My text to you before didn't go through but Alaina is here! We're gonna eat something! Come steal food from the kitchen with us

After she sprayed herself with perfume, figuring that smelling like she just bathed in Chloé was preferable to possibly passing her father smelling like weed, she slid the bottle towards Alaina in case she wanted any. "Your fam is coming, right?" she inquired. "I know AJ and your sister-in-law will be here," she said, glancing over her shoulder with a playful expression at the reference to Sydney, "But what about the rest?" Though she was purposely being annoying in the comment, if anyone understood the struggle of having a sibling who was involved in that superficial popular crowd, it was Charlotte, so she only dished comments that she could take, herself.