Bethany Richards (hard_edge) wrote in free_form2, @ 2008-03-23 15:41:00 |
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Discussions Of Fact
It was a Saturday evening in the heart of Las Vegas, the rich and the privileged had taken to the town in style. Women dressed in only the finest of dresses and men adorned with the most expensive watches and the fanciest cars, clearly enjoying showing off their wealth to those less fortunate than themselves.
Of course there were a few amongst the many that stood out from the crowd of repeats and copycats. One of those was Bethany Richards. She was elegantly dressed in a red silk dress that clung to her every asset and showed both wealth and taste without having to go over the top like the other ladies attending this social gathering.
Not much had been heard on the grapevine about the project underway by the Government. Bethany had chosen her side, for better and for worse. It would all come to a head eventually and she planned to be there, fighting for survival with teeth, nails and knives.
Currently she was sipping at a glass of champagne and taking in all the sights and sounds. The way in which the light played off the crystal chandeliers and sparkled over ostentatious earrings and necklaces that hung from necks Bethany was sure she’d rather strangle than watch.
Her gaze travelled from the people to the marbled flooring beneath her feet, hard to miss it with the way her heels clicked against it. Clearly the owner of the hotel had gone to extreme lengths to ensure only the best for his place, given that the marble was etched with art from Michelangelo.
She’d spoken to many people and laughed at some of the worst jokes she had ever heard but all in the interest of business and securing her name amongst the wealthy. Bethany finished off her glass and turned her gaze back to the party, familiar faces and unfamiliar blended together in front of her eyes.
Bethany swept some hair behind her ear then caught the scent of a familiar someone on the air and turned her gaze away from the crowd, inclining her head to catch his eyes with the greatest of ease, not that hard to do when her eyelashes seemed to go on for miles.
And in the next second she was gone, vanished before his very eyes, but if he was to look close enough he would see her moving away from the main crowd and into a nearby room. It wouldn’t hurt to speak in private.
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