Whose party?

"How did I just know you would pull a stunt like this, Aaron?"

"Because you are psychic?"

"No. Because, you are an idiot. But I knew that, so I put my actual gown in this bag here," I hold up my black backpack. "and the dress currently dripping cranberry juice is just a cover dress."

"Damn!" He pouts, looking sincerely dejected.

"You jerk! You were really going to douse me with juice minutes before we got on the yacht? Without any surprise backup dress??!!"

I wrench the passenger's door open and scour the place for a bag that would redeem him. I find nothing.

"Calm down, Rapunzel."

I reach forward to shake him senseless but he dodges with a chuckle.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, you good for nothing son of a motherless evil-man!"

I bite my lips as my words register in my brain.

Well damn. You really need to spice up your vocabulary, Rapunzel.

"Motherless evil-man! You actually- motherless... Evil, ha ha ha! She said evil man."

I look around before settling with a glare at him. If people weren't milling around, my fingers would be wrapped around that thick throat. Let's see who'd be laughing then.

"I'm going to the bathroom to change. We still have fifteen minutes anyway."

I shove him hard, he hits his car with an oof, and storm off.

Oh Aaron, you don't know how lucky you just got. Fucking witnesses and their fucking eyes.

"Surely my eyes decieve me. That can't possibly be Tequila Wilson."

I glance to my right and spot the socialite trio that decided to hate me from day one.

Melissa and Theresa Huntington, and Mia Charleston.

Melissa had one boyfriend since she was twelve and they recently broke up. She wants to be a model so she is always paranoid about her weight. He didn't help any as he was always telling her to watch what she ate.

Her twin sister, Theresa, is insecure about her blonde hair. The rest of her family is brunette with black eyes, while she has turquoise eyes. I think she's unique and pretty, but she thinks otherwise, referring to herself as a freak. Well, then.

"Oh but it is. I heard she's sleeping with Aaron just so she can tag along." Melissa says.

"She doesn't really think that would make her a part of us, does she?" No, I don't, Blondie. I'll pass.

"She's always been quite dense. She'll know her place soon, though. When she realizes what this party is for." Mia smirks as I glance up and catch her cold eyes.

Mia Charleston, socialite numero uno after I and Georgette. Always been a bitch, but at least she has a brain somewhere in that jungle of ginger strands.

Her tan is lovely and surprisingly makes her hair stand out, but I'll never tell her that.

"Yes. Her place with the waitresses on the yacht." Theresa states.

"She wishes. With the cleaners rather." Melissa pipes up.

The gaggle giggle when I glare at them.

"Hello, Hell's Angels. Theresa, I see you've gotten a bit flabby since Jude."

The brunette gasps as her eyes fly to her exposed midriff.

"Melissa, your shade of blonde is a bit of an eyesore. It wasn't a nice dye."

"It's natural!"

I widen my eyes and grimace.

"Oh, tough luck."

"And Mia, you're now black. Although, you know, I can visibly see a white patch of skin where your eyes are set."

She only scoffs.

"Oh come off it, Tequila. Since your dense brain doesn't get it, this is a tan, not a skin colour."

"Could've fooled me."

I look back just as I open the bathroom door to see Mia open a pocket mirror and look into it.

Score, bitch!

Normally, I wouldn't attack someone's insecurities like that but these girls, even with just one and a half functioning brains, are vicious.

I glance at the mirror and sigh. It's a wonder they didn't tear me up about this wardrobe disaster.

~•●•~

"You look heavenly, Tequila. And I'm sorry for the prank I pulled before." Aaron states as we stand on the ground deck taking the splendour of the event. My teal gown complements his tie much more than the previous silver I had worn.

"It's alright. I was expecting it anyway."

He sighs and runs a finger through his hair. "That doesn't make it any better. I hate that you expect me to do those childish things."

"But you do them anyway."

His jaws go taut as he bites his words.

"Tequila Wilson. Surely my eyes do decieve me. I didn't expect you out in polite society so soon, dear."

"No, Mrs Winchester, your eyes tell the truth. It's me here, in the flesh."

I move my head left and right to allow her place a faux kiss on my cheeks.

"You are so brave darling. If I were you, I would've been curled up in my bed since then."

That's why your husband goes after any young woman with a backbone.

"It is a thing of the past. Although it is most upsetting whenever it's brought up."

She appraises me with fake empathy.

"Oh you poor, poor dear. I understand. I just came over to say hi. Tell José and Fiona I'm sending my prayers."

"Will do, Mrs Winchester. Say hi to Aubrey and the baby for me."

She flinches at the sentence and chooses to forgo the parting pecks.

"Yes. Ah, they'll hear."

Her crimson gown floats behind her as she makes a hasty escape.

Aaron chuckles next to me and leans in to whisper.

"You've always hated the fake smiles and intents of the people here."

He takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze.

"So don't worry, Rapunzel. I won't let go. I won't let them get you."

I wordlessly let him stir me towards the buffet.

"You are one mean girl, though. How did you know about Aubery's baby anyway? That was supposed to be kept under wraps."

"A teenage pregnancy is juicy tea time gossip. They're deceiving themselves if they think no one knows."

"What do you think about her though? Mrs Winchester. She's fake and all, but she's not hiding anything apart from her daughter and grandchild."

"I think her perfume is meant to suffocate her enemies."

He shrugs. "Yes. It does seem like she bathes in the thing."

"If it isn't Romeo and Juliet."

"And my good mood evaporates. I knew I would see the devil tonight, I just didn't expect it so soon."

Georgette flicks her hair as I use my free hand to pluck a grape from the fruit dish; her strapless silver gown dazzling in the light.

"I have a knack for appearing when I am least wanted. That seems to be the case with my whole existence."

When I and Aaron just stare at her like we think she's lost her marbles, she rolls her eyes.

"That was supposed to evoke pity."

"You are pitiful. Your whole existence evokes pity but you've never sought for it. Took us by surprise."

"What do you want, Georgette?" Aaron spits, reminding me of his presence.

"Your ring on my finger and a marriage certificate, babe."

The grape I had just popped into my mouth lodges itself in my throat.

"Shit Rapunzel, what's wrong?"

I try to force the grape out while Aaron pounds my back in a frenzy.

The grape leaves my mouth with a pop and I sag into Aaron.

"Well, that was sudden. You can choke and die after you hear my speech, Tequila." The evil witch states before walking away and taking hell's heat with her.

She climbs the central stage meant for the hosts and musicians, and taps the microphone.

All chatter stops.

"Hello, everyone. As you all are aware, unless of course you are among the few who were not invited but decided to come anyway, tonight is a special occasion." She pauses to wink at Aaron before smiling slyly.

"I stand here to welcome you all once again, to my engagement party. This lucky girl recently got engaged to the man of her dreams, and the love of her life. Aaron Fletcher! Come on up honey, don't be shy. It's your party."

Everyone turns towards Aaron and I.

I glance up at Aaron's face and see realization set in. Realization followed closely by resignation.

"I'm sorry, Rapunzel. I swear, I regret choosing. I swear it."

He lets go of my hand and begins to walk upstage, not sparing me a glance.

"Yes, welcome everyone, to our engagement party. Our rings have not arrived yet, hence the bare fingers, for those of you glancing at our digits. Eat, mingle, dance and be merry." He lets go of the microphone stand and takes Georgette's hands in his. "I'll just be somewhere around here with my fiancée."

My world stops at his smile. The smile that up until now has only been reserved for me.

The world doesn't stop however, with guests and paparazzi snapping away at the couple.

Mia Charleston materialises next to me.

"Tick tock, Cinderella. Don't lose your glass slipper on your way out. No prince will come chasing. I will, and I'm a hound."

Strike, you're out, Tequila.