Important AN: I know nothing about politics. What i know i learned form Google, my high school civis class(Were in ch 3 of the textbook) and schoolhouse rock. I do not own any thing. Sigh. Well a girl can dream right?
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"You know Anna; back in my dad the system was not nearly as corrupt." Former United States Senator Moe French told his daughter.
"Yes, Papa." replied 22 year old Annabelle French. She was sorting through the mail. Bill, bill, junk, bill, junk, official looking envelope, bill, ju- wait… official looking envelope? The official seal told her all she needed to know, well that and the gaudy shiny blue envelope.
"Papa, there is a gala your presence is requested at."
Moe French grunted. "I'll be there, but you are coming with."
Anna opened the invite. Yep, she was right. Gala. "I'll respond for a 'plus one'."
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Annabelle absolutely despised the functions her father dragged her to. This one was particularly dull. After nearly two hours of pointless mingling she escaped to the balcony of the hotel, champagne glass in hand.
"If the government spent half as much on schools or, oh I don't know, settling the national debt as they did on their galas then we wouldn't have such a low economy." Anna said under her breath.
Her remark was greeted by a low chuckle, and Anna jumped, spilling her drink.
"You're quite right, dearie." The Scottish brogue surprised her.
"Sorry, I thought I was alone." She said turning. Anna was met with a semi-tall man. Well, he was taller than she was at least. He was leaning on a cane, but despite the handicap Anna could tell he was lean, with a wiry strength. He had longer hair than most politicians she knew and a mischievous smile.
"That was apparent, dearie. Anthony Gold, the new Scottish Ambassador." He held out his hand.
Anna went to shake it but when he grasped it he brought it up to his mouth for a kiss. So chivalry wasn't dead. At least not in Scotland. That was nice.
"Annabelle French…"
"Ahh that would make you the beautiful young woman Moe French is boasting to be his daughter. I must say you do live up to the hype." Gold said.
Anna blushed.
"How much has he had to drink?" she asked Mr. Gold.
"Not enough to even begin to endure this hell that is being called a gala." He responded.
Anna smiled and giggled. "Well, isn't that the truth."
"There is not enough alcohol in the British Iles for that, dearie. I suppose I must just get used to surviving these things sober. And that's a damn shame." He said looking into the ballroom.
"What is?" Anna asked.
"The wasting of all that fine scotch at the open bar, I suppose I must find it within myself to go relieve them of some of it."
Anna giggled. "Such a noble sacrifice should be commended Ambassador Gold. "
"I should win a medal. I look forward to seeing you again Miss French. If I were you I would take your father home before he does something embarrassing."
Gold walked away seemingly evaporating in the crowd. Anna sighed and went to find her father before he got them banned and she never got to see the droll new Scottish ambassador anywhere but the television ever again.