And I never wanted the party

Rosie was here as early as ten in the morning. One thing about Rosie is, she is always super excited about weddings and parties especially when it has to do with family. Under all that tough skin she's a real softie, as sweet as honey.

“Oh my goodness Ro, we aren't expecting this much guest. It's just us if you aren't aware”. She stares at me with a tired expression. She's tired of my incessant whining.

“Thing is, I invited some people”. This has been her response since I started complaining about her elaborate plans for the party. Truly Rosie was meant for the upper class. Always looking for the smallest thing to throw a party and celebrate. She would thrive in the world of millionaires and billionaires. Crafted with not just the mannerism but with exquisite bodily features to go with it.

Her red hair sways to the as she tries to align a vaise at the side. “Perfect”. She accesses her work. When she's done she turns to me, a mother about to scold her rebellious child.

“Go and get re