Janelle Donovan was a woman on a mission. Between organizing this party,maintaining a 3.8 GPA, sorority functions, and keeping her "relationship" on the DL, she was exhausted and angry. The current reason she's angry? Because one of the waitresses, who she instructed to wear a classy peter pan collar short sleeve button up and black skirt combo arrived in some trashy mini mini skirt and pumps. Then the harlot had the nerve to try to sneak past her.
"I'm sorry I don't remember telling you to shop at baby gap for your uniform" She said when she found her fifteen minutes later in one of her male waiters faces. The girl stumbled on her words for a second but Janelle held up a hand to silence her.
"Save it, I'm not interested. Go home while you still have a job" With that she turned in her Nike Roshe One's and walked away. She only had thirty minutes before people began to arrive and she was still in sneakers, shorts, and a hoodie. She had spent the night on the ship so that she could wake up in time for the staff arriving and make sure that everything was perfection. When it came to parties she was the Queen at planning them because she made sure that absolutely every detail was perfect. She planned one of her friends weddings and it got featured in all the major magazines. She walked back into the bedroom and unzipped the garment bag containing her outfit. Today's party wasn't just to make connections amongst their powerful neighbors and flaunt their wealth it was also so she could finally break the good little princess mold that she had been in her whole life. Step one was to get a bad boy, check. She started "dating" Pierce Devereux which was not only good for her new sexy image but made her a lot of connections. He might hate the doors his name opened for him but she was more than willing to accept them. Step two was to look sexy as ever. That's where her outfit came in. White bustier with a key hole cut out (plus a Victoria's Secret bra that gave her some much needed cleavage) and a body con lace skirt that looked amazing on the new bigger and better bubble butt that she worked all summer for.
Quickly stripping out of her casual outfit, while being super careful of her long black mane that was carefully curled and fell past her breast, she slipped into the outfit and had her Dolce & Gabbana heels on just in time to here her guest boarding the ship. She had never been more glad that she woke up at seven a.m. and had Timothy (her hairstylist) and his boyfriend Marco (her makeup artist) drag their delicious butts out of bed to do her hair and beat her face. Her phone buzzed on the table and she glanced over at it just in time to see her brother Javie had texted her. She quickly sent him a text back.
to: Javie, Dee, John
Why are you not here darling siblings? I would expect some shitty guests who have no sense of time or consideration to come late but not my DARLING siblings who claim to love me. Get here soon, thanks. Also has anybody seen Daddy?
To: Pierce
Did you forget that being a boyfriend means showing up on time to your girlfriends party? Wake up asshole, thanks.
To: Blue
Hey babydoll you better be on that deck or I'm going to beat your ass, thanks
Thoroughly pleased with herself she headed to the deck and began greeting guests. She knew some of them from functions they had attended together and such but one of her goals tonight was to schmooze and make a name for herself besides the little princess of the Donovan family.
Tatiana woke up to the welcoming sent of fresh brewed coffee. She scrunched up her nose in confusion. Not confusion over the fact that he was gone but confusion as to why he woke up and made coffee instead of sneaking out to be with his girlfriend like a gentlemen. She slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of panties, and slipped on a cami from off a chair with clothes piling on top. She grabbed her phone off the charger and sauntered into the kitchen. As she turned on her phone it began pinging over and over again from texts she ignored during last nights festivities and all the pictures she had been tagged in last night. Her dad's relations manager had called her multiple times but she had no intentions of answering. Her perfectly arched eyebrow raised though when she spotted a text from Janelle. She licked her lips that suddenly felt ridiculously dry. Yeah she sucked for having sex with her "best friends" boyfriend but Pierce obviously wasn't that into Janelle if he managed to have sex with her last night and he looked perfectly at ease sipping coffee in one of her mugs in her kitchen.
" Your girlfriend wants to know where her best friend is, she probably wants to know where her boyfriend is too. She smirked outwardly because she knew that she had placed Pierce in a compromising situation. In fact Pierce didn't even know that Tatiana and Janelle were not only friends but sisters. Sorority Sisters.Yeah she was a shitty person but most rich people were. She raised an eyebrow at him
" I probably should have mentioned we're in the same sorority and we've become good friends last night huh? She laughed at his surprised face,
" I know that awkward moment where you have sex with your girlfriends best friend." With that she walked away and headed back to her bedroom.
She took a shower and slipped on a simple white body con mini tank dress with a pair of nude heels. It fit her body like a glove and showed off her curves. Especially the new butt that her ex-boyfriend had bought her over the summer. The dress was comfortable and perfect for a yacht party so she just went with it. She grabbed a clutch and shoved her keys and phone inside of it before heading for the door. He was gone by then so she just closed it and headed for her White Range Rover. She lived closest to the Marina so it was only a seven minute drive maybe even less because it was so damn early and everybody else was in bed. When she finally got to the boat she scanned the crowd for her leggy friend and spotted her amongst a group of old rich guys, one of them being the head of the Devereux family. She smirked, Janelle was never one to miss out on a good opportunity and she knew it. With a shrug she walked away, snagging a glass of champagne as she walked by.