The Apple of My Eye

Sky's POV:

Damn. You've got to be kidding me. This guy ought to be illegal. I know rich people tend to look better on average because of money magic but this guy is on another level.

For a moment my eyes roamed his body. 'Definitely asian,' I thought, 'but probably of mixed-descent.' His coloring matches that of typical asians, but the color of his eyes don't. I've never seen a green sky but I reckon that it would look like his eyes.

Interesting. But I'm not Sky if I have never seen my fair share of pretty men. He's just a green apple in a basket full of red apples.

I turned my head away as soon as people started to gather around him. My father needs me to go around and be a proper host in this "birthday" party. I'd be damned if I don't follow his instructions.

I looked around and sighed silently. All around me business deals were being made, albeit discreetly in the form of stories and jokes. The chatters were merry and bright as the bubbly champaign most people held in their hands.

If I was in charge of invitations, I'd definitely change that birthday into business. What kind of birthday party has company deals being exchanged all around like a compliment? Rich people have it good, don't we?

I approached the nearest group of young women that have gathered. On the way, I tried to remember all of their names and tried to match it to the correct faces.

"Hi everyone! I hope the party's going well for you girls." I maintained a polite smile.

"Sky!" One of the girls, whose face I'm not quite sure matched the name I recall in my mind, greeted. "Why are you so polite Sky? We're all friends here!"

Her name's Sabrina right?

"Protocols, Sabrina." I replied hoping I got the name right.

I did. No one's face scrunched up like a pug's neck in distaste.

Sabrina, like the American witch. I wish she was one though. Not the witch like the bitch kind but the magical kind. Maybe then I'd evolve from a mob character, to the mob character next to a girl with protagonist aura.

I giggled. "Got warned by dad that I better be a proper lady today or my allowance will definitely not afford anything from the runway."

All the girls around me gasped and giggled.

"Oh that's horrible Sky!" They all sympathized.

I think if you record our giggles, it can turn even the healthiest people sick to bone. It's too plastic. I wonder who invented this kind of culture.

We talked about the latest fashion trends, and judged each other's appearance tonight. Nothing but praises for each other's makeup or dress passed our lips.

Girl number X's dress cost an unspeakable amount, Girl number Y got herself a new makeup look done by this renowned person. Girl number Z... I forgot what we needed to praise.

"Anyways, girls, I need to go greet others," I excused myself and left the four of them to do whatever they were doing before I came to them.

A waiter passed me and I grabbed a glass of champagne. I casually glanced around. Everyone seems absorbed in their own tiny circles. I quickly downed the glass and set it on the nearest table I found.

I greeted the others in similar way I did to the first group of girls I encountered.

I made my way around until I found myself in the basket of red apples crowding the green apple.

I grabbed another drink from a waiter that passed me by.

I approached just in time to see him excuse himself from the crowd.

Wonderful. Now I can't use the good host route to at least get his name from the person himself.

I watched him leave, feeling disappointed... but not for long.