How I Became A Socialite

No French in this Chapter! I decided that I would hold back for a while:)

She invited  both Wesley and me to dinner. I have not had dinner at somebody's house since Daniel proposed to me. I think I am trying to avoid that situation. My mother had a thing for dinner parties. She was always eating at this person's house or hosting one for so many people. 

I decide to choose Wesley''s clothing for the party. Its not that he does not have any fashion sense, but I do not want him to make a bad impression.

"Here, put on this and pair it with this," I say throwing him a suit.

"I feel three years old, are you selecting my underwear too?"

"Just do it."

After dressing Wesley to perfection I walk back to my room and decide what to wear. Madam (or Mrs) Plumey told me that it would be quite formal. My closet has been artfully arranged. The colors and types are put together. I have fancy remove controlled racks and drawers for my jewlery and accessories.

I stub my toe on the side of my dresser, but I conclude that is the start of my dinner party luck. Damn it. 

The dress I choose is a rich green velvet with a tiny white belt around the waist. Pairing it with two inch white heels and a little Chanel clutch I head over to grab Wesley.

Wesley greets me and makes a snide remark "At least if things go wrong all we have to do is take the elevator down." 

Ha. Ha. Ha. That was so funny. 

I grip his hand and sharply drag him to the elevator. The elevator attendant gives us a curious look. He must coclude we are going on a date, because of our clothes and the fact that the top floor/roof also sports a small place to eat. When we exit the elevator we go to a small foyer with a door marked 1401. A slight rap on the cold wood and the housekeeper answers the door. 

She lets us in and we are greeted by Madame Plumey and Mr.Plumey, a tall wiry man with a professor feel about him.

The room is filled with about twenty-five people, yet I just shift alkwardly around the room. Wesley is immediatley engrossed in conversation. He was always a very good conversationalist. I don't take much tatent to the thing. It is not that I can not speak well, because I can... People scare me. I have to open up to somebody and get to know them before I want to share anything with them. Speaking one-on-one with people is easy, but large crowds make me nervous.

"Emma, come here and meet my friends," calls Madame Plumey. Who leads me over over to a group of people. 

Thats when I see his face and hers.

Dinner parties never end well. 

Author's Note:

Who do you think it is? you ahve met both of them before.....