"Genevieve," my grandmothers calls up the stairs as I close my door.
"I'm coming," I call back and begin to descend the staircase in my tall shoes. I clutch on to the railing and hopefully make a graceful descent.
"You look great dear," my grandmother says with a warm smile.
"Thanks grandma," I reply as my heels hit the floor. "You look great as well."
"Let's go," my grandpa says, entering the room and fiddling with his cuff links.
Henry pulls my coat off of the hanger and holds it open for me. I slide me arms into the cream colored trench and the red silk lining slides over my arms. I pull my hair out of the coat and knot it securely around my waist. We walk out into the brisk air and climb into the dwindling car.

Harry's POV
"Harold," my mum says scoldingly from across the table. "Elbows off the table."
I do as she says and roll my eyes. I was told that this was a dinner, not a banquet. There are dozens of circular tables filling the room with vases of red roses in the center. Our table seats eight we are missing three people. The rest of the table is filled with my mum, Mandy, and me, and then an older couple who my mum is schmoozing up too.
"Oh goodness they're here," my mum whispers to Mandy and her eyes widen. I follow their gazes to see an attractive couple, probably in their 60s, walking towards us. The woman has golden hair that's pulled back into a tight bun, and she's wearing a short red dress with sleeves. The man is wearing a classic black and white tuxedo, his full head of hair is grey and wrinkles litter is face. Probably from stress. The richest guys always seem to be the most stressed out.
They take their seats at our table and my mum immediately pounces on talking to them.
"Oh hello Mr. and Mrs. Gates, its such a pleasure to meet you," she gushes at them. Wait a minute, gates? Isn't that Barbies last name?
"Don't you have a daughter who will be joining us?" My mum pries. The woman looks at her with raised eyebrows.
"Granddaughter actually," she says politely and sips her wine. "She's here somewhere."
I immediately begin to scan the crowd, looking for Barbie. A girl in a dark blue dress catches my eye. Her back is to me but her long gold hair catches my eye. It hangs in loose curls down her back. "Excuse me," I say politely and get up. I move over to where she's standing and see that she's talking animatedly to some blonde guy who's at least in his 20s.
"So you're telling me that the yacht just broke down?" She asks with a giggle. The guy continues his story.
I walk right up next to her, "Hello love," I say darkly. She jumps and turns to me. Her eyes narrow when she sees me. The guy she was talking to tries to get her attention but she's already dragging me away.
"Wow Barbie," I say as she pulls me over to a secluded corner. "You clean up nice."
She rolls her eyes and looks at me with thinly veiled disgust. "I wish I could say the same for you," she says, eyeing my tux.
"Wow, harsh," I say sarcastically.
"What are you doing here?" She hisses.
I look around innocently. "Why I was invited," I say with mock ignorance.
"I highly doubt that," she scoffs.
Princess here needs to check her manners.
"Believe it or not I was, my whole family is here actually." I say crudely. This girl needs to check her privilege.
"Oh really? Who's your family?" She asks meanly. Crossing her arms over her chest. Damn she looked good.
"My mum is Caroline Styles, my sister is Mandy Styles," I say proudly. My mums name sparks interest in some social circles. Including hers.
Gennys jaw drops in shock. "The Caroline Styles is your mother?" She asks in disbelief.
"Believe it Barbie," I say sarcastically.
"The Caroline Styles?" She asks again.
This was starting to get annoying. "Yes."
"Ohmygod," she says under her breath and glances down at her dress. "You're mom is my style go to."
Wow. She has a style go to. And it's my mother. "Did she design that dress?" I ask curiously. Genny was fiddling with the hem.
"Yup," she says, popping the p.
"Huh," I mutter. Who would have thought.
"How is she your mother and yet you're so... You," she says, looking at me distastefully. She really does think she's better than everyone.
I lean in close, pressing her against the wall. "Not everyone wants to be like you Barbie," I whisper in her ear. I feel a tremor run up her spine at my proximity. I'm so gonna win this bet.
"Get off of me," her blue eyes cut through me like ice.
I move away willingly and she stalks over to the table where my mother is talking to her grandmother.
I follow behind her.
This is gonna be a fun night.