It was September 15th, the date of our party. Everything was going to be great. Balloons were all over, the food smelled great, and all the guests were super excited. Everything was going to be wonderful.
“Well , we actually pulled it off,” said Nick as he scanned over the restaurant.
“Yeah, it’s amazing!” I said. Nick nodded. Then, Joe came in through the front doors.
“Some of your guests are here madam,” he said to me.
“Cool, let’s go Nick!” I grabbed his hand and we ran off to the front of the restaurant.
Guests piled through the doors.
“Whoa!” I gasped. There was more people than I expected. I made my way through the crowd. Trying to find Katie and some other of my friends when I bumped into someone. The person turned around.
“Who are you?” I asked. It was a grown man. I didn’t invite him and I was sure Nick didn’t either.
“Smile Sweet Cheeks!” he said as he started snapping photos of me. Oh great, the paparazzi.
“Stop it!” I cried as more people started to snap pictures. This was just wonderful.