The Socialite

Barely even a month at her new workplace, the princess is already well-known for her expensive taste and elegant class. And so, it would only seem natural that she be tasked to be in charge of the department’s next celebratory event.

Ever the socialite-at-heart, she decided that her Martha Stewart-meets-Donnatella Versace theme could be an instant hit where outrageous fashion makes peace with motherly family feast.

Then, came the shocker: It’s a ten-dollar per head budget.

I mean, come on, even a commoner’s caterer wouldn’t get out of bed for this kind of petty fee.

This is an impossible task for the impeccable princess. Immediately, the princess went from high class to low class disgracefully; choosing the most convenient caterer at the office cafeteria (whose food is well-known to be, well, unexciting and at times, inedible) – that’s why they do it for ten bucks!

Another shocker came three days later at the event itself, and it goes like this:
“The fish cake is too Salty!”
“The noodle is too Blend!”
“Where is the chicken in the Chicken Pie?!”
“Is that all?”

I mean, the princess knew that this was going to be a thankless task but I am sure that the people must know that this is the quality that ten dollar can buy.

So it goes to show, in life, some beggars can be choosers and princess can be losers.

And lesson learnt is never agree to anything (even to a relationship) until the price is right!