The party was breathtaking. The house alone was gorgeous with its wood
paneled walls, vast oil paintings, nd huge oriental vases spiked with
dozens of flowers. The grand oval red room, with its blood red wallpaper
backed my bright white cornices and chair rails, was the central hall. The
high vaulted ceiling made the chatter of guests echo and made the average
person feel very small. But what was really breathtaking were the people,
the costumes, the food, and the wine.
Besides the mistaken invitation that fell into Sadie's hands, and the devious one that Ophelia received, not one person was invited who didn't have a special place in New York society. The men dressed in gray and black suits with tails and top hats. The ladies' dresses were tightly corseted and arrayed in dazzling colors, fabrics, and feathers. There was of course Virginia wine, Maryland crabs, Maine Lobster, and since good wine only comes from Italy, Italian wine.
From where Race hid in the corner between a bathroom, a closet, and another wall, Opie seemed to be nervous. He prayed to the God he so often dismissed. He prayed that she would leave, that there would be an accident, something embarrassing, anything to get her away from the disgusting Frenchman who was drooling over her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Descending the stairs back into the party, Sadie caught a glipse of Ophelia, Racetrack's girlfriend. Confused, she made a detour through the crowd for a better look. The poor girl looked absolutely ridiculous in that green velour getup. Sadie felt bad for her. Did she even know she looked like a whore? It was no coincidence that that the crowd of ladies stood on the opposite side of the room where she was sitting. Everyone was perfectly aware of what the count had in store for the little girl with shiny black hair and a cupid's face.
Sadie herself wasn't very fond of Ophelia after her flashing episode and the way she often spouted out at the mouth, but that was no reason she should stand around and let the count strike again. As soon as Count Castellane left Ophelia's side, Sadie would tell her about him….
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ophelia figured they were just shy, that they didn't come talk to her because they didn't know her. Maybe somehow they knew she was a factory worker. No matter, she worked hard and she was proud of that. She sat up tall and put her chin up. The count showed her sufficient attention. He even plucked a pink rosebud from one of the big vases and gave it to her. She had always dreamed of the day she's meet a true gentleman.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jacob handed the peasant girl her third glass of champagne. She was finally relaxing. He almost hoped she'd just pass out so he could make his rounds without her leaving. He heard the things the other whispered about her and hoped she couldn't. He looked around for someone to entertain her. He spotten and old college buddy, quickly introduced them, and wandered off to host his party properly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn't fifteen minutes into the party that Race was discovered and promptly removed from the premises. But not before he made a scene of kicking and screaming. If he could just embarrass her enough, maybe she'd get kicked out too. He claimed she brought him to the party, but that damn count intervened and demanded Race be removed. Opie just sat there with her mouth wide open. Oh no. She was that drunk.
Race attempted to get back in two more times before the cops finally took him to spend the night in jail.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Timmy found Sadie hovering in the corner watching something. Assuming she was avoiding the count, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his group of friends. A friend of Timmy's asked her to dance. He was happy to see her otherwise occupied and not hiding in a corner. Timmy was quite proud of himself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sadie spent the rest of the night on the dance floor. Every time she turned around, another friend of Timmy's grabbed her and spinned her around. It was a whole blur of dancing, drinking, and meeting people. She tried to get to Ophelia a few times unsuccessfully, and finally lost her altogether. The party finally began to calm down, and she found herself saying her goodbyes. She had a really fun time. And the count didn't even see her.
Oh shit! Ophelia was gone. And so was the count.
Besides the mistaken invitation that fell into Sadie's hands, and the devious one that Ophelia received, not one person was invited who didn't have a special place in New York society. The men dressed in gray and black suits with tails and top hats. The ladies' dresses were tightly corseted and arrayed in dazzling colors, fabrics, and feathers. There was of course Virginia wine, Maryland crabs, Maine Lobster, and since good wine only comes from Italy, Italian wine.
From where Race hid in the corner between a bathroom, a closet, and another wall, Opie seemed to be nervous. He prayed to the God he so often dismissed. He prayed that she would leave, that there would be an accident, something embarrassing, anything to get her away from the disgusting Frenchman who was drooling over her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Descending the stairs back into the party, Sadie caught a glipse of Ophelia, Racetrack's girlfriend. Confused, she made a detour through the crowd for a better look. The poor girl looked absolutely ridiculous in that green velour getup. Sadie felt bad for her. Did she even know she looked like a whore? It was no coincidence that that the crowd of ladies stood on the opposite side of the room where she was sitting. Everyone was perfectly aware of what the count had in store for the little girl with shiny black hair and a cupid's face.
Sadie herself wasn't very fond of Ophelia after her flashing episode and the way she often spouted out at the mouth, but that was no reason she should stand around and let the count strike again. As soon as Count Castellane left Ophelia's side, Sadie would tell her about him….
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ophelia figured they were just shy, that they didn't come talk to her because they didn't know her. Maybe somehow they knew she was a factory worker. No matter, she worked hard and she was proud of that. She sat up tall and put her chin up. The count showed her sufficient attention. He even plucked a pink rosebud from one of the big vases and gave it to her. She had always dreamed of the day she's meet a true gentleman.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jacob handed the peasant girl her third glass of champagne. She was finally relaxing. He almost hoped she'd just pass out so he could make his rounds without her leaving. He heard the things the other whispered about her and hoped she couldn't. He looked around for someone to entertain her. He spotten and old college buddy, quickly introduced them, and wandered off to host his party properly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn't fifteen minutes into the party that Race was discovered and promptly removed from the premises. But not before he made a scene of kicking and screaming. If he could just embarrass her enough, maybe she'd get kicked out too. He claimed she brought him to the party, but that damn count intervened and demanded Race be removed. Opie just sat there with her mouth wide open. Oh no. She was that drunk.
Race attempted to get back in two more times before the cops finally took him to spend the night in jail.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Timmy found Sadie hovering in the corner watching something. Assuming she was avoiding the count, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his group of friends. A friend of Timmy's asked her to dance. He was happy to see her otherwise occupied and not hiding in a corner. Timmy was quite proud of himself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sadie spent the rest of the night on the dance floor. Every time she turned around, another friend of Timmy's grabbed her and spinned her around. It was a whole blur of dancing, drinking, and meeting people. She tried to get to Ophelia a few times unsuccessfully, and finally lost her altogether. The party finally began to calm down, and she found herself saying her goodbyes. She had a really fun time. And the count didn't even see her.
Oh shit! Ophelia was gone. And so was the count.