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Post by dalewilkes on Jun 9, 2010 14:35:21 GMT -5
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Post by dalewilkes on Jun 10, 2010 3:10:05 GMT -5
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  } SEPTEMBER
Just received a letter today from my father. He likes to keep ahead of schedule and just wanted to remind me that my birthday is coming up, my eighteenth, and that I should start thinking about how to celebrate it. Well, it's more like he's planning the evening, but testing me in who I would invite. My birthday is not until December, I might add, and I wasn't planning on celebrating it with a bunch of people I dislike, but I should have guessed it wouldn't be allowed. I really just wanted to celebrate it surrounded by a lot of girls and so intoxicated that it would take me days to sober up, but now I'll have to play it black and white with a fake smile to go. I shouldn't be complaining, though. Turning eighteen means getting a share of my father's business - something I've been waiting for these past four years.
So I guess I'll have to start working on a guest list, or pay someone to do the boring job. Of course my father will invite whoever he thinks should be present. I can already picture the pureblood hell - not that I'm against purebloods, but the room can only hold so many egos. At least I won't have to worry about being the center of attention - my lovely father will take that spot as always. I can't believe I'll have to invite Kiki and her spouse! I would much rather hex that guy into next Sunday! He's nine kinds of irritating! Yes, I'm jealous. All I can think about is his arm around her and Kiki looking as lovely as ever. I'll have to find myself a date. I could always invite Audrey to be my date for the evening, since Chace and his family wouldn't be allowed within ten miles of the estate.
My father also informed me that my dear mother and sister would be showing up for the occasion. Really, I can hardly call them acquainted anymore, but my sweet sister is soon to be married to this important French bastard and my father loves an occasion to show off. I think I might even feel pity for the poor French asshole. He will have no idea what life he has agreed to live.
Welcome to the world of the Wilkes, you arrogant fuck! May your life become living hell.
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