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"A fairytale-themed tea party, darling! How utterly charming!" Eleanor cooed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. Her best friend, Beatrice, had just told her about the elaborate tea party she was planning, complete with a horse-drawn carriage and a troupe of actors. Eleanor’s face felt like ice. She’d meticulously organized a vintage car rally and picnic for the exact same date.

A knot formed in Eleanor's chest. Beatrice had never been one for grand gestures, but this… This was a direct challenge.

That night, Eleanor stayed up until 3 am, searching online for the most exclusive vintage cars, cars even Beatrice hadn't heard of. She contacted a celebrity chef who was notoriously difficult to book. She wanted to make sure her own party was unforgettable, and Beatrice's... well, she hoped Beatrice's would be a distant second.