The uniform was pleasant. Still, she did not like it. It felt like she took a step down the food chain, and the group that was gathering outside were ready to take a bite. Perhaps she would go unnoticed. After all, her family wasn’t among the first class elite.
“Any idea whose party this is?” Richard asked, as they gathered in the kitchen with the other staff.
“Unfortunately, no. It’s a surprise you weren’t invited,” Guinevere replied. She did not intend for it to be a jab, but she realised it too late.
“Well…” Richard trailed off.
Guinevere would have apologised, but the headwaiter began handing out the large white plates of hors d’oeuvres. The waiters and waitresses before her swiftly placed the plates on their palms and strode out. When her plate was handed to her, she followed suite.
Richard was right behind her when she headed to the pool area. Matthias had gone ahead and disappeared among the guests. She did a quick scan of the crowd and spotted a few familiar faces. In such a situation, she was thankful she did not know everyone.
“Great,” Richard muttered from behind her.
Turning to him, she asked, “You know them?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Why wasn’t I invited? That’s the better question.”
“Perhaps your invite got lost in the mail?” Guinevere was genuinely trying to make him feel better.
“I doubt that.”
“Richy! You’re here!” a squeaky voice interrupted her.
Turning to the direction of the voice, Guinevere saw a young lady in a floral dress skipping toward them. Her voice was familiar but her face wasn’t.
“Why are you dressed like that?” the young lady asked.
“I’m sort of working,” Richard replied.
“Working? As a waiter?”
“It’s hard to explain. Whose party is this?”
“You weren’t invited?”
“I get too many invites, I don’t bother with most of them.”
Guinevere spotted Richard’s lie, but the young lady seemed naïve enough to believe him.
“Oh, how I wish I was in your shoes! It’s Ben’s birthday,” she replied with an annoying giggle.
“Ben Rogers?” Richard asked.
“Rogers? Of Rogers Talent Agency?” Guinevere asked.
Richard nodded his head and the young lady finally noticed Guinevere. It was amazing how she managed to ignore her presence.
“They’ve signed top stars. So don’t try to embarrass yourself,” the young lady said.
“I know Mr Rogers,” Guinevere immediately replied.
It was not a lie. Mr Rogers was her father’s client. She had met him a few times when assisting her father. Guinevere was not a permanent staff in her father’s company, but she did tag along enough times to have met a few important people.
“Sure you do.”
“Your voice sounds familiar,” Guinevere stated.
“Well, you probably heard me over the radio. I have a few albums,” the young lady boasted.
“No, I’ve heard your voice elsewhere,” Guinevere replied. Putting two and two together, she finally knew who the young lady was. “You’re my sister’s friend, aren’t you?”
“Genevieve. Genevieve likes to put her calls on speakerphone.”
The snobbish smile on the young lady’s face immediately disappeared. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Richard cleared his throat.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” the young lady said.
“I’m sure you have,” Guinevere simply replied, before turning on her heels and stalking away.
She caught a bit of the exchange between Richard and the young lady as she left them behind. Apparently, the young lady still did not believe her words. But that was the least of her worries. If Mr Rogers was at the party, she would hate to bump into him. As much as she had heard from her father, Mr Rogers had a backward thinking and was very handsy. Unfortunately, the pool area was not large enough to hide from him.
Walking among the round tables at the far end of the pool, she found herself serving Mr Rogers and his wife. When he saw her, he smiled widely and gestured for her to take a seat. Immediately, Mrs Rogers wore an expression of disdain.
“Guinevere! Is this part of the Skypeak challenge?” Mr Rogers asked, as he eyed her from head to toe.
“The Skypeak challenge?”
“That’s what we’re calling it,” his wife responded.
“Oh, yes it is,” Guinevere replied with a thin smile.
“How’s it so far? I’ve heard a lot about it,” Mr Rogers said, as he placed his hand on her thigh.
“Good,” Guinevere answered. She shifted uneasily, thinking if she should excuse herself.
“If you need any help, just let me know,” Mr Rogers offered.
“That’s very kind of you.”
“I’m sure your family would benefit if you win. Especially with what’s happening,” Mrs Rogers chimed in.
“I heard your father’s business is struggling,” Mr Rogers said.
“Oh, well, we’re doing fine,” Guinevere replied. Her father never told her that they were having problems. Either they were rumours or she was kept out of the loop. Guinevere liked to believe the former.
“But with your wedding and the Skypeak challenge, I’m sure things will work out,” Mrs Rogers said without a hint of sincerity.
Mr Rogers nodded and gave her thigh a pat. His wife was not oblivious to his actions, but she did not say anything. Guinevere needed to be her own hero. She knew excusing herself wouldn’t do, as Mr Rogers might find it rude. So, she thought of taking the attention away from herself.
“Would you like to meet the other Skypeak challengers?” Guinevere asked.
“Oh, what a good idea!” Mrs Rogers said in false excitement.
Guinevere turned to look around. To her right, she spotted Zach serving champagne to a group of chattering women. To her left, she saw Matthias manoeuvring through the rowdy crowd of young men. They were the closest to her, and Guinevere had to choose.
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