Little Miss Party Planner Novels & Stories

“What is it?” I grinned. “You’ll have to wait and see. I think she’ll love it.” Sophia laughed softly. “Alright, I’ll trust you on this. Just make sure you come back safe.” “I will,” I said again, more firmly. “And while I’m still here, why don’t we go and visit that party planner you’ve told me about?” Sophia’s eyes lit up. “The shop's just nearby,” she said, excitement evident in her voice. We made our way to the shop, and the head planner, Freya, greeted us warmly. She was eager to meet us and share plenty of great ideas for a music-themed party.

The sitting room was larger than any of the shithole apartments Amber had grown up in back in The Fringe. After Amber hung her dress up in her closet, she approached the party planner to ask if she could be of any assistance. The party planner was polite in her rejection at least, but was excited to show Amberleigh her vision for the party from her sample portfolio. The theme was dark fairytale. Even Amber couldn’t help but catch the woman’s excitement for the event after looking over the plans.

For my makeup, I did a little bit of black eyeliner, light blush, and cherry red lipstick, and to top off my outfit, I grabbed my black, lightweight cami single button sweater. Once we got to the event center, the party planner was almost done setting up, and the caterers were just arriving to start setting up. The DJ is a permanently paid DJ for any and all events the packhouse hosts. The only thing she sets up for each event is her turntables, laptop, and whatever other equipment she uses for DJing.

"VIP only. Make it exclusive instead of massive." "That could work," I said slowly. "Frame it as an elite event instead of a standard corporate party." "And we handle everything in-house," Emma added. "Helen coordinates, Maya manages logistics, and we hire temporary staff instead of full vendor teams." Helen looked skeptical. "That's a lot of work in very little time." "We can do it," Emma said firmly. "We just beat Dominic and the board, we can definitely handle party planning." I pulled out my phone. "I'll call our catering contacts and see who can work on short notice."

This will be an amazing chance to mingle with important people! Wendy turned to Mabel again. Navy had named her as the point person. “Is there a theme? Should we buy specific outfits?” Mabel’s fingers tightened slightly around her glass. She looked like she had no idea how to answer. I had a hunch this whole ‘party’ thing was a setup, but Navy, Vivian, and Tanisha hadn't told her all the details earlier. Unfortunately, Wendy was staring. Everyone at the table was staring. Mabel took a slow, deep breath and started to improvise.

I look at her before continuing, "I hope she remembers she's on a doctor approved diet for the foreseeable future." "Ugh. Bland and unfulfilling. Sounds like fun." "You guys can have it at my house," Law offers. "Our house," I correct him with a smile, but then my eyes are snapping to Kamila. She beams at me, and my worries abate. "If we do it in a few months, it'll be summer and we can have it outside," I say. "Listen, I've done the heavy lifting." She points toward her mid-section. "So this party planning is all on you and Laury. I just want to show up and look pretty. Oh, and taste that food. I'll be there for that part of the planning."

“So I might not be home on Saturday.” She wasn’t the one who’s feeling bad, I’d planned to have a girls party with her. “Whose party is it?” I asked anyway. “It's private… but his last name is Klein.” Misan said. She wasn’t the one who’s feeling bad, I’d planned to have a girls party with her. “You could come,” she grinned. I’m surprised, I don’t have any gown that would fit for an influential party. “As what?” “Assistant, I mean we could call it a voluntary service.”

she whispered, and I knew she meant it. We settled into our seats just as the party planner arrived; an energetic woman named Sofia Madsen, small-framed with sharp brown eyes and a bright smile that could convince even the most stubborn person that planning parties was the most joyous thing in the world. And she specialized in kiddies parties. “Hello! You must be Carrie,” she said excitedly. “And you’re Ellen, Carl’s wife. I’ve heard so many lovely things about your family.” Ellen leaned close to me and whispered, “See? Your brother already sweet-talked her into being extra nice.”

Rita smiles; she holds the cup of tea in her hand; and went up to her bedroom… Meanwhile; Candy still didn’t want a no party for an answer; she began to pester me to have one; and even promised to assist in the decorations; since I'll be turning eighteen years of age; why don't I get the party, Candy as been pestering me to have. I drop the glass on the table, as I accepted to have a party; Candy is thrilled, she was so happy that she went up to her bedroom; and came down with a jotter and a pen; she wanted to start planning for the party which is still in three days. I let her to and Candy began to write down everything we ought to need for the masquerade birthday party; and when she showed

Of course, the man's planning must have involved not only his train of thought but also Selena, who had a hand in being able to organize this party as he wished. The woman who was also the leader of the socialites was the best connection for everyone in the city, and Chris was no exception. Not only did they make me the center of the plan, but they also involved several young people without a partner and those older to make this party happen until now. I couldn't refuse to come to the party because that woman was an important figure I needed, while I hadn't thought at all about the possibility that he would come to a semi-formal event like this. This became my mistake and an early victory fo