Birdie was and odd name for a girl of immense wealth, of course it wasn't her real name. Her mother would have never stood for it. It was a name given to her by a childhood friend, her first real crush Sebastian. The name had stuck even her father had started to call her by it, her despised it. Bridie though loved it, it was something she clung to a way of clinging to what was left of her innocence. She sat at her vanity staring at her reflection in the mirror. Make-up covered her already beautiful face, too much make-up if you were to ask her.
A beautiful gold gown club to her small frame, making her look particularly expensive. Tonight her father was throwing her and her new fiance a party and she wasn't in the least bit thrilled. She was dreading the party, people who she didn't care to see would be there congratulating her, making her want to scream. That would be the feeling for the rest of her life, lavish party after lavish boring party, making her want to scream, making her skin crawl.
She let herself a cigarette taking a drag off of it, letting the smoke feel her lung before blowing it back out in a cloud. She watched the smoke spiral, before disappearing. Obnoxiously loud rap music blared from the speakers in her room as Maxwell got ready for the party. Bridie sighed out yet another breath of smoke as Max walked by plucking the cigarette from between her lip taking a drag off of it himself before pulling it out on the wood of the vanity. He lend down to get on her level.
She held his eyes irritated and he held them back a cocky smirk on his lips. He blew the breath of smoke out in her face, but she didn't so much as wince he lend in to kiss her lips and she looked away, causing him to kiss her cheek instead which seemed to piss him off. He grabbed her chin roughly forcing her to look at him. "What'd I tell you about smoking huh?" he spat. He pressed his lips against hers then, hard but she didn't kiss him back. "Don't fucking test me tonight Bronx." he warned refusing to use her nickname.
"I wouldn't dream of it." she breathed back, her tone laced with sarcasm. She pulled away from him then, standing as she headed for the door not bothering to wait for him. She was quick to move down the stairs wanting nothing more than to be alone. People busily about the mansion, readying the house for the people who'd be arriving any moment. Someone grabbed her wrist roughly stopping her. "Let go." she ordered, figuring it was Maxwell.
"You better change that attitude of yours sweetheart." her mother's voice was as hellishly regal as ever. "I thought we decided on the blue dress." her mother said looking Birdie over with judgmental eyes. "Go change dear, that dress makes you look...dreadfully poor." he mother breathed weaving her off like she was a dog.
"You, decided on the blue dress mother." she said simply. "I'm an adult, I'll dress how I want." she said simply. "You should think about changing yourself, that dress is so last season." she smirked as she slipped outside.