Krystina Gulic sighed as she watched the blur of trees go by from her seat
in the back of the car. Her parents were in their own world, busily
discussing the directions to the house of the dinner party. Nimble fingers
plucked at some invisible fuzz from her skirt. Her parents had said that
the family had a son her age. So, in hopes of meeting a new guy, she
primped herself to the extreme.
Mr. Gulic was planning on expanding his power tool company to other countries, with England being his first stop. The family was now residing in a local hotel as they looked for a home in the area, in hopes of being around to help start up the company. The family who invited the Gulic's to dinner was obviously hopeful to have some kind of business deal with the new company moving in.
The car slowed to a stop in front of a quaint little house that matched all of the others on the street. Her long eyelashes blinked over her deep, gray eyes as they peered through the glass of the car window and into the dusk. Mr. and Mrs. Gulic both rose from their seats while they chatted lightly, Mrs. Gulic fixing Mr. Gulic's tie so he looked more presentable after the long car ride. Krys rose from her seat and closed the car door behind her, shouldering her purse against her dressy shirt. She followed her parents up to the wooden door.
"Ah, the Gulics! How lovely to see you! Come in! Come in!" The man who answered the door was a pudgy, stout fellow with a bristly mustache that seemed to be taking over his upper lip beneath his bulbous nose. Krys assumed that this was Mr. Dursley himself, the one who wished to make some sort of business deal with her father. She put on a polite smile and followed the group into the town house. Inside the tacky, green-carpeted foyer was a rather chubby teenage boy, dressed in a gray suit and red bow- tie. Krys bit her lip in front of her true smile, trying not to laugh at the sorry excuse for a love interest that her parents had picked out for her.
Krys shook Mr. Dursley's hand and smiled sweetly to Dudley when they were all introduced properly. The Gulic's then followed Mr. Dursley into the sitting room where there was Mrs. Dursley. She was the only one who looked relatively normal within the Dursley household. Her voice was rather elegant which mismatched her aged face that looked worn from years of yelling or worrying. Mrs. Dursley wore a cute, little, frilly apron against her cocktail dress that made her instantly look homier.
"Sit down and make yourselves comfortable." Mr. Dursley had a powerful voice that was good for yelling. Noting the obedience of Dudley, Krys suspected that Mr. Dursley had bellowed a lot over the years. Both families chatted throughout dinner; mostly it was Mr. Dursley and Mr. Gulic talking avidly about their businesses. Dudley kept staring nervously in Krys's direction. Both of the misses were chatting about recipes and motherhood, among other things.
Mr. Gulic was planning on expanding his power tool company to other countries, with England being his first stop. The family was now residing in a local hotel as they looked for a home in the area, in hopes of being around to help start up the company. The family who invited the Gulic's to dinner was obviously hopeful to have some kind of business deal with the new company moving in.
The car slowed to a stop in front of a quaint little house that matched all of the others on the street. Her long eyelashes blinked over her deep, gray eyes as they peered through the glass of the car window and into the dusk. Mr. and Mrs. Gulic both rose from their seats while they chatted lightly, Mrs. Gulic fixing Mr. Gulic's tie so he looked more presentable after the long car ride. Krys rose from her seat and closed the car door behind her, shouldering her purse against her dressy shirt. She followed her parents up to the wooden door.
"Ah, the Gulics! How lovely to see you! Come in! Come in!" The man who answered the door was a pudgy, stout fellow with a bristly mustache that seemed to be taking over his upper lip beneath his bulbous nose. Krys assumed that this was Mr. Dursley himself, the one who wished to make some sort of business deal with her father. She put on a polite smile and followed the group into the town house. Inside the tacky, green-carpeted foyer was a rather chubby teenage boy, dressed in a gray suit and red bow- tie. Krys bit her lip in front of her true smile, trying not to laugh at the sorry excuse for a love interest that her parents had picked out for her.
Krys shook Mr. Dursley's hand and smiled sweetly to Dudley when they were all introduced properly. The Gulic's then followed Mr. Dursley into the sitting room where there was Mrs. Dursley. She was the only one who looked relatively normal within the Dursley household. Her voice was rather elegant which mismatched her aged face that looked worn from years of yelling or worrying. Mrs. Dursley wore a cute, little, frilly apron against her cocktail dress that made her instantly look homier.
"Sit down and make yourselves comfortable." Mr. Dursley had a powerful voice that was good for yelling. Noting the obedience of Dudley, Krys suspected that Mr. Dursley had bellowed a lot over the years. Both families chatted throughout dinner; mostly it was Mr. Dursley and Mr. Gulic talking avidly about their businesses. Dudley kept staring nervously in Krys's direction. Both of the misses were chatting about recipes and motherhood, among other things.