28: Dramamamama

                                    

                                          
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"I can't believe she did this," I mutter under my breath, my frustration boiling over.
The room is filled with people dressed to the nines in fancy dinner gowns, nibbling on delicate cupcakes and sipping from glasses of what must be outrageously expensive wine. The atmosphere reeks of opulence.
"She said it was just a small get-together. So why does it look so fancy and extravagant?" Mariah whispers, her eyes darting around the room in bewilderment.
"She tricked us, that's why," I reply, my gaze locking onto Queenie, who is smirking at me from the center of the room. Flanked by her two minions, she looks every bit the clichéd mean girl.
Queenie wears a yellow dress that flares out like petals, radiating an infuriating sense of self-satisfaction. Her sidekicks are equally stunning in their own right, dressed in gowns that make me want to tear them apart out of sheer spite.
"Let's just go home," Mariah pleads, tugging at my hand and trying to steer me towards the exit.
"No," I say, shaking her off with determination. "She messed with the wrong person."
"Naija no dey carry last! I'm going to treat her to a taste of her own medicine today. She thinks she can embarrass me? A Naija babe? She's got another thing coming. When I show her what's up..."
As I storm towards Queenie, one of her lackeys whips out her phone, pointing it at me like a weapon. "Liliana, say hi to everyone in your most exquisite dress!"
"I'll post the clip," Queenie sneers. "What should the caption be? Hmm... African baddie? More like African brokie! And look at you, in that awful cultural outfit."
"And she said she'd fight , but she's following F4 around like a lost puppy," her other minion chimes in, adding a hashtag for good measure. "Hashtag liar spotted."
"Wait, F4 is here?" Mariah exclaims, suddenly at my side, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Do you really think you've accomplished something great here?" I mock Queenie, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you need an award for your petty achievement?"
"Did you think this was going to be funny or what?" Mariah adds, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm trying to understand your logic, but I'm coming up blank. What kind of immature prank is this?"
"We're friends. Why would we pick on you?" Queenie says, feigning innocence.
But I’m not buying it. Not for a second. This is the night I’m going to show Queenie and her cronies exactly who they’re dealing with.
"Let's just go. They're making me sick," Mariah says, tugging at my arm and trying to steer me towards the exit.
Unfortunately for us, three-quarters of F4 just arrived.
Jeongin walks in first, wearing a grey suit with a pink shirt that fits him perfectly. His glasses add a touch of sophistication, and his hair is styled in a neat, professional manner, making him look like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
Lee Know follows, dressed in a sleek black shirt, matching black suit, and polished black shoes. His hair is slicked back, giving him a brooding, bad-boy vibe that highlights his sharp, chiseled features. 
Then there's Chan, who's turning heads with his bold outfit: a fitted black vest that showcases his toned chest, a stylish black coat, black pants, and three chains hanging around his neck. His hair is curled and styled to the side, emphasizing his strong jawline. He looks absolutely breathtaking, and it's no surprise that everyone is gawking at them.