The "party of the year" was being held on the beach at the mansion of Mr. And Mrs. Arabell. It was quite a lovely setting, and the breeze from the water was quite refreshing, since today it was about ninety-five degrees. But however pleasant the setting was, the people where still the same.
"There's stuck-up bachelor number one, the one with no hair. And over there is rich old guy number two with the beard," thought Marie. Ever since she's arrived at the party, she'd been doing a running commentary in her head of all the people there. Why? Pure and utter boredom.
"Next to him is his daughter Felicity. On the outside she looks like an innocent flower, however everyone but her father knows of her meetings with a certain kitchen boy behind the stables on Sundays."
Marie kept scanning the crowd, hoping to find her best friend, Elizabeth. Her and 'Lizabeth went way back: since they were babies actually. Their fathers had been good friends, so naturally Marie and Elizabeth had become good friends too.
Elizabeth was the governor's daughter, and was quite the beauty. Her mother was constantly pointing out how much better Elizabeth was than Marie. And it was slightly true. But although Marie thought Elizabeth was prettier and more charming than herself, she did think herself to be smarter.
Why is this? Well, for instance, Elizabeth was obsessed with pirates. She had been since childhood, when she'd first read a book about them. Ever since she had been hopelessly infatuated with pirates! Now, Marie didn't see the sense in that. When she actually met a pirate, THEN she would figure out if she liked pirates. She refused to make her personal judgment on books. Books could be misleading.
While these thoughts ran through her head, Marie was still scanning the crowd of people. Suddenly, there she was! Elizabeth! Marie ran to her squealing, much to her mother's dismay, and gave her friend a huge hug.
"Elizabeth! You're here! I honestly thought I'd have to be here with these stuck up pricks all day!" Marie shushed herself a little when that was said: no need to be yelled at more than she already would be.
Elizabeth laughed," I'm glad to see you too! But my goodness Marie, you would honestly think you'd be used to these things by now, and wouldn't need me!"
"I'll never get used to them," Marie replied, " You must always be with me for these horrid get-togethers. Now come! It's been too long since I saw you last! Come with me," she said, leading her friend away from the crowds and into the house so they could talk properly. Preferably about Elizabeth's latest secret love: a young blacksmith called Turner.