Novel & Cerita Rhea Tea Party

I choose not the reply maybe I can say something again. I'll just focus on the tea party tomorrow. **** Today is finally the day of my awaited weekend. I am now prepared to host a tea party! And it's the first time hosting and attending one! Back then Mary and Janna and I only ate fast food, if we didn't have money and we wanted to bond, messenger and video calls were all we needed. I took out my note regarding tea parties, because I'm a little nervous even though I practiced last night. Rita already booked a private tea party on a high-end teahouse, and my guest isn't a big crowd, just like what I have expected and like.

It was after tiny streaks of daylight began to struggle their way into my room that I manged to get a few hours of sleep, only to be woken up by the incessant buzzing of my phone. "Mm hmm?" I mumbled, sleep still clogging my senses. "Not a good morning?" A familiar husky tone asked. "Mia!" I gasped, getting up from the bed. "I'm sorry about yesterday..." "I know. Something came up. Your dad said you had to be home early so I had no right to get angry." I took a deep breath. What would I do without my dad? "There's a tea party today. Precisely, this evening, for all the 'ladiez' " she said with enough emphasis on the 'laidiez'. Of course she meant the women of money, women born into wealth. "

"I would be if this tea party turns out a mess." "Tea party?" The omegas shared a look. Greta looked at me blankly. "Yes, Miss, a tea party. It will be held for the sole purpose of introducing you to your court." What was this, the eighteenth century? As though reading my thoughts, Greta explained, "It is customary. Each time a new Luna is about to be coronated, a tea party is held in her honour to introduce her to her court." Still, I thought it was a bit archaic.

Drunken mistake Chapter 5 Three weeks later Aurora POV I have been getting along pretty well with Rhea, and turns out that she isn't a little witch as I'd think earlier. She's sweet and warm to be with. It's the birthday of princess Rhea today, and the alpha insisted that a large party be hosted to celebrate her thirteenth years birthday.

Theo nodded back, brief and brisk. Then Rhea came down the aisle. Garrett walked her, by their request, because Rhea’s own father had died in the Ashwood raid ten years ago and she had asked Garrett if he would do her the honor in his place. Garrett had said yes and immediately gone to find his best coat and worry about whether he could remember the words. He needn’t have worried. The old alpha walked Rhea down the aisle with the steady patient dignity of a wolf who had walked his own daughter to a hearth six months ago and had practiced his ceremonial behavior thoroughly. Rhea wore a pale spring green dress with white blossoms in her hair, and her face was wet before she had crossed half th

These women wrote on various campaign boards all around the globe. The company needed revamping. Later that year, the CEO of the company Mr. Stewards was attending the Christmas party of one of the most famous billionaires in the United States which of course, Mr. Mike Ross was privileged to attend the same. Apart from the party or celebration itself, the owner of the company was also looking to get his honorable and well-to-do guests to taste his wine to know whether if he took it into the market, the people would the same network and would be willing to get the wine for the same price.