Rhea Tea Party Novels & Stories

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"

We even made reservations in case our parents call to check-in. Layla did not care if it actually got used but I decided to give our spa date to some shy shewolves in our class. They were surprised and happy when I gave them the information to check-in. I guess I just love making other people happy and always have. I'm excited for our trip. I hope I do have a mate and I hope I find him soon. My thoughts are interrupted by Rhea talking. "I heard there are parties evernight so we have to make sure we pack the cutest outfits!" Rhea squeals and stands up from the table.

she answered truthfully, she truly didn't know what she wanted. ~¶~¶~¶~¶~ Rhea was tired to the bone, the preparation for the party had drained her and even though she was supposed to be enjoying the party as per mother of the birthday boy, she was still running around and making sure every thing was in order. She had always wanted to throw a big party for Theo, she had never really thought it would be so much work. She had to order another cake as the baker had cancelled last minute because of personal reasons.

Jackson “See?” Camilla leaned back in her chair, triumphant. “No conspiracy. No blackmail. Just a girl who wants to be popular. Nothing wrong with that.” Nick frowned, looking down at Rhea. “You didn’t tell me about a party.” “It’s not a big deal,” Rhea said quickly. “I wasn’t sure I was even going to go.” “Of course you’re going,” Camilla said. “I insist. You’ve earned it.” The emphasis on “earned” made my skin crawl.

Rhea answered smoothly, her voice lilting with affection she didn’t feel. “Rhea! Finally back from your Canadian exile, eh?” Isabella teased. The faint sound of clinking glasses and music echoed behind her. “You’ve missed all the drama here.” “I never miss anything,” Rhea replied coolly, reclining deeper against the chaise. “Tell me what’s worth knowing.” Isabella’s laughter chimed. “Straight to the kill, as always. Fine. Let’s talk about your favorite topic. Montez De Vitalio.” Rhea’s heart thudded, but her voice stayed smooth. “What about him?”

Rhea's Pov Ruby ushered me into where the tea party was being held, and immediately we got there, all the other women turned to stare, their eyes fixed on me. “Good afternoon, ladies.” Ruby said, her tone light but commanding, as she gestured toward me, “This is Miss Rhea Valerius. We came a bit late because there was something we had to take care of, I hope you let us off.” She said calmly, her eyes meeting each and everyone of them.

“Hazel Barbie, no threatening the dragon before tea.” Rhea took off her sunglasses slowly. “I need a minute.” “Same,” Hazel said, still staring at the tea set. Poppy looked up, mildly confused. “Why?” Hazel crouched first at the edge of the rug, letting her paper bag drop to the side. “Because, sweetheart, your tea set looks like something a person buys after winning a multi-billion-dollar lawsuit.” Poppy smiled proudly. “I know.” Rhea lowered herself onto the sofa across from me, more collapsing into it than sitting. Her coat slipped down. The hair that had been neat a minute ago was already coming loose around her face. She was still looking at the tea set like it was a snake disguised as

“Thank you! You’re not so bad yourself.” I laughed lightly. “That’s very generous of you.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “I’m Rhea.” “Georgia.” We continued to move with the crowd, our steps occasionally mirroring each other’s. There was something easy about it, as if we had known each other before this night. “Are you enjoying the festival?” I asked after a beat. “Yes,” she said, her voice warm. “I’ve heard so much about it, but nothing compares to actually being here. The energy, the devotion… it’s overwhelming.”

I thought silence would feel comforting, but instead, it hums too loud in my ears. “Is this seat taken?” I glance up to see Rhea holding two mugs of something steaming. Her hair is pulled into a loose braid, face free of makeup. She looks softer in the moonlight. “No,” I say, moving over. She hands me a mug and plops down beside me with a dramatic sigh. “Long day?” I snort. “Burnt house, family trauma, ancient ghosts. You know. The usual.” She takes a sip. “Forest therapy.”

Erra smiled and though she was talking about a fond memory, still, tears brimmed her eyes. "What are tea parties?" Lucas curiously asked. "It's a gathering of royalties in the afternoon back home. They were served with tea and cookies as they talk and gossip" Erra chuckled while wiping the tears in her eyes. "Narrah loves tea parties?" Lucas asked, his voice ecstatic. "No" Erra readily replied, making Lucas and the rest furrow their brows at her. "But you just said she enjoys it" Lucas insisted, looking lost.