Mistaken Identity

I looked in the mirror at myself. I was in the most beautiful gown I've ever seen or wore. It made my eyes stand out. I had on a five-inch heels silver heel but it wasn't showing because the dress covered it. My makeup was lightly done. I wore a very expensive pearl necklace and matching earrings.

I looked breathtaking. My hair lay my shoulder with it's have deep curls. I looked beautiful and I did it all myself. When Alexander suggest that I visit the hair salon I quickly reject his offer. I don't want anyone in my hair. When growing up the only person allowed in my hair was our mother, Beth. She called us wild beauty because our hair was bright in the sun and it drew many attentions to us. I loved my red hair but I no longer have it because I'm running and when people run the hide their true self so no one can find them.

Enough about me.

Henrique was put to bed a little earlier than regular but I still didn't trust him. He sometimes wakes in the night and I usually bring him to my bedroom to sleep with me. I try my best to check on him. There will a lot noise down here. I didn't want the guest to here a baby screaming. No, that wouldn't be a very good thing.

Alexander told me to come down at seven thirty even though the function started at seven. He said it was to ward off attention. It was now thirty minutes past seven.

I looked at myself one time before I turned and exited my room.

I walked down the massive stairs in the wonderful five inch heels I had on. I slowly step down. When I reach the bottom all I saw was elites. Just my looking at their Armani suits and Vera Wang dresses I knew, they all were rich and were from a high society. While I grow up in a middle class then fell to the bottom, poor.

A waiter came, "Margarita, madam." I smiled at him, he looked a little younger than i.

"Yes, thanks" I said at I lifted the glass off the tray.

a good night,

you too but I'd be lying. I know that after this event.

laughed at my statement and bowed his head

his Alexander was in the room but no sign of

looking around I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked around and I

my eyes followed. "And my friends and I just couldn't take our eyes off you. You're one true beauty. I'm Calum.

think about was sex. He thinks by telling me how beautiful I am I'll fall in his arms tonight. Well I won't. Every since I lived in New York, men

nice name. But sorry Calum, my dad told me never to speak to strangers."

at him and smirk.

silent so he continue. "I'm really rich." Oh really, you tell a

rich." Except me of course.

He

if you owned anything cause'

"I bet you're wild in bed. I like that

grew angry buy the second. What stopped me from slapping him across his face was the fact that I was among elites and they don't