Rhea Tea Party の小説・ストーリー

she insists The group laughs. Another woman leans forward curiously. “Wait, are you doing a bachelorette party?” I groan immediately, “That’s exactly what Rhea a friend of mine asked.” “And?” she presses. “And absolutely not,” I answer. Everybody starts protesting instantly. “What? Why?” “Because I already did all that once,” I answer honestly. “The crazy party. The huge wedding. The matching bridesmaid nonsense.” The room goes awkwardly quiet. I smile faintly into my coffee cup.

We reached Rhea's house on time before the party started and managed to get gifts between their arguments on the way, her house was no less than a palace as it was wonderfully decorated with flowers and lighting. "Karan! Adah!" Rhea yelled our name, running towards us as she took us into the embraces. "Hey! Rhea di, did you forget me?!" Sunny asked, acting as he got hurt. Rhea laughed, "Of course, not, my sweet little brother!" She says, pulling his cheeks. "Ouch, it was better if you didn't remember me!" Sunny complains, massaging his cheeks to lessen the pain. We laughed as Rhea leads us towards the garden where the party is held, hundreds of people are there, talking, dancing, and even sh

“Now that you’re living here… what are we doing about the Fourth of July party?” Dalton froze. I blinked. “What about it?” Rhea smirked. “Because Dalton hasn’t told you yet.” I turned slowly toward him. Dalton’s expression was equal parts guilty and cornered. “Dalton,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “What… party?”

Lexi “Alright, Champagne or tequila?” Rhea asked as soon as her butt hit the chair. We were in a cheap bar downtown. One we found after driving around for an hour. We'd gone to an expensive one earlier in the evening but it was infinitely boring. Not that I minded at all, but Rhea and Evelyn wanted something more down-to-earth and fun, and because they were sponsoring me, I didn't have much of a choice, nor did I care to make one.

And so he had been invited over for her birthday party which had not been hosted by Uncle Slade but by Uncle Ashton Cooper another best friend of his father. When he had caught sight of her dressed in a forest green dress, his twenty three years old heart had skipped a beat but he had made nothing of it. Rhea Palmer had been a beauty even in her teens and every living guy in high school had admired her. Now that she was in college, she was even more popular and it was not surprising that he was attracted to her. But when other guys had started to flirt with her during the party, he had felt his male instincts kick in.

"Then I will do as you wish." The birthday party was held in the glass conservatory of the Vaughn family’s old estate. When Rhea arrived in a mossy green velvet gown, most of the guests were already there. Beneath the crystal chandeliers, Vera wore a pink tulle dress, surrounded like a true princess. "Rhea!" Vera greeted her with delight, moving to link arms. Rhea sidestepped, her gaze sweeping across the room full of gifts Victor had prepared. Limited-edition Hermes. Tiffany blue boxes. Even the keys to a Porsche.

Rachel said. Emma handed her a cup of tea. "You won't be." "You promise?" Emma smiled. "I promise." Rachel looked at her. "You're lying." Emma laughed. "I'm not lying. I'm just making sure you have a good time." Rachel took a sip of her tea. "I don't know how to have a good time." Emma sat beside her. "Then let me teach you." --- The bachelor party was held at a private steakhouse downtown.

The screaming started instantly. ​Rhea didn't hesitate. She ripped the silk from her legs, revealing the daggers strapped to her thighs. "Elias!" ​"On it," he said, his daggers already out. ​The Solstice Gala had become a slaughterhouse. And Rhea realized, as she dove into the fray, that the "Tameless Heart" she prized so much was finally being put to the ultimate test.

If Darlene was still pissed at me and Nathan, even after we'd delivered her back here safely, then she could remain pissed. I raised it in the air, making a toast. "To traitorous members of the werewolf community." I clinked my bottle with her glass and then brought the bottle rim to my lips, taking a swig of the beer. Rhea looked furious. "I am not a traitor. I'm simply doing what I have to—" she stopped talking and angrily pushed away from the bar. She picked her bag up and swung it over her shoulder, strolling out of the bar.

Again, he exaggerated that last word. “I’m down,” Brock accepted. “Wait,” Wilt said. “This isn’t some scheme to recruit Sam to your guild, right?” He had a point there, but Zeki casually shrugged. “Then we’ll be in trouble with our invitees. Jormungand, Dragonheart, Golden Griff, Wolf Reign, lots of big names, and celebrities will be coming to the par-tay. We, the Boston Tea Party, are a neutral guild. And festivity is our specialty, you know.