((Venice Pennington-Johannes -Memories- continued from Knotted hair and lazy lonely people
Wearing a light periwinkle turtleneck and bright white jeans and matching new shoes, Venice walked up to the large house, admiring the architecture and it's height. She thought about the overly formal invitation again, and how it gave her a case of Deja Vu, seeing as her own invites were eerily similar. It seemed overly 1% percent and formal, even with Mirabella being as polite as Venice knew she was.
"Bella's parents and mine are probably friends"
she thought as she knocked on the door, and then rang the doorbell for extra assurance for someone to open it.
As she waited, Venice looked down at the little back box wrapped in a green bow. It was a rather eye-catching present, despite the actual gift being very unassuming, which was actually just fifty dollars made entirely of ones. She figure that if you don't know what to get somebody, just give them money so they can buy it themselves. Well, that's what Venice preferred anyway. She sighed, and hoped that Mirabella wouldn't be upset.