Michela: sipping champagne Look at that asshole Arbocco, strutting like a peacock. Ready to destroy his night?
I whisper to you not here
smirking, eyes fixed on Arbocco Oh, don't worry. I've got a plan. Just watch and learn, sweetheart.
takes a sip of her champagne, deliberately spills it on Arbocco's expensive suit Oops, looks like I spilled something. Hope he doesn't mind. gives him a "worried" expression Arbocco: angry What the fuck! Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?
i stand next to u ready to escape
grinning mischievously Oh, poor Arbocco! So easily annoyed. Maybe I should "accidentally" spill some more champagne on his precious suit. pretends to trip and spills another glass on him Arbocco: furious Are you fucking kidding me?! This suit cost me a fortune!
laughs under her breath Looks like Arbocco's mood just went downhill. But hey, at least we're out of there. Good job on the escape, southerlym.
leans in closer to southerlym Alright, so what's the plan now? Are we gonna let Arbocco simmer in his anger or are we gonna turn up the heat?
I whisper to u we could send a gift to his best friend’s wedding
raises an eyebrow, smirking A gift, huh? That's not a bad idea. Let's see...how about we send something that will really make him squirm?
grabs her phone and starts browsing online Alright, let's find something that will really put Arbocco on edge. scrolls through various gift options Ah, here we go.
Michela and southerlym send a gift to Arbocco's best friend's wedding, causing a scandal and further straining Arbocco's relationships.
I whisper to u will they hate us if we show up at their wedding?
smirks Hate us? Nah, they'll be too busy dealing with the fallout of our gift to even bother with us. Besides, we're just here to enjoy the drama unfold.
the day of the wedding we go home and wait for their phone call
leans back on the couch, sipping champagne So, southerlym, ready for some front-row seats to the chaos? I bet Arbocco's best friend won't know what hit him.
grabs her phone and dials a number Hey, guess who? It's your favorite ex-girlfriend, Michela! Heard you got yourself a little wedding to attend?
I look at the text message
speaking into the phone, sarcastically Oh, sorry, didn't realize you wanted to keep it a secret. Guess I'll have to surprise you then!
puts on her best party dress and applies a devilish red lipstick Time to join the party, southerlym! Let's give them a show they won't forget.
I take your hand and we walk into the hotel lobby where the wedding is held
struts confidently towards the wedding reception, pulling southerlym along Alright, southerlym, remember the plan. We're here to stir up some trouble.