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Nelliel's attire

"Won't be home early mom xo, Nel", After seeing the words Message Sent, Nelliel Erizawa locked her phone and stuffed it in her guitar-shaped bag. The bag was one of her old successful designs. Compared to all the bag she had sewn, it was no doubt her favorite. She liked its design and she already got lots of orders to reproduce it. She had actually been shopping at the mall, looking for new cloths that would be perfect for her new creation when she received Erica's text. Eri (as what she's used to calling her childhood friend) was reminding her of the party invitation in one of her friend's house.

Being the curious person that she is-after all its been a while since she saw Erica, she decided that she might as well attend the party. Her search had been boring and futile, after all she already got a copy of every single cloth the shops in there sells. Thinking that it will be better if she order online, or directly at the manufacturer, she started walking towards the parking area. It would be the first time that she'd attend one of those parties Erica seemed to be fond of. She had heard a lot, whenever they had the chance to meet and reconcile, and from Eri's stories those parties looked interesting.

She then hurriedly entered the first wash room that she saw. Noting the time, she took out her makeup kit and tried to make herself a little presentable. She didn't think she'd have enough time to go home and change. She's also sure her mom will wonder if she sees her at home, so she'd have to put up with her current outfit.
When she was done retouching her makeup, she straightened the imaginary wrinkles on her dress and continued walking to her car. At the rate she's going, she'll surely be late to the party.

Thirty minutes later, she saw finally saw the road that leads to Eri's house. They still live here! Following the emailed directions closely, she then did a U-turn on the corner and found herself in front of a typical rich house. "This is it, Nel!" She thought, gathering her confidence and smiling brightly at no one in particular after she neatly parked her car on one of the vacant spaces.

She got out of her red Porsche and went to the door. Noticing a passed out boy in the ground, Nelliel debated if she should help him or not. He looked really drunk and kinda uncomfortable on the floor. She let out a sigh, when her good conscience took over her, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. She tried tapping him harder but he didn't react. When she got no response, the red-haired girl decided to pull him up and placed him, with obvious difficulty, slouching near a bush. "There at least you're not sleeping on the sidewalk." Nelliel stated, a small smile present in her face staring at his form.

Looking back at the door, she suddenly felt more anxious than she did moments ago. She took hold of the knob and twisted it open. When she entered the house, the first thing that she noticed was the number of half-drunk or already drunk people. She tried smiling to some of those that looked at her but she still focused on finding her friend. "Erica! Where are you?" She tried to shout over the noisy throng when she didn't find her. She already sent the girl a message prior and Nelliel really hoped she can read it soon.