A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

Last night's wedding was a total embarrassment. First

of all, Rebecca had to wear that unfortunate pink

bridesmaid dress. Even with her hair hidden, the outfit

made her feel like a court jester. But the most embarrassing

moment was due to Quentin's behavior.

Her difficult boyfriend was more than just awkward, he

was downright annoying. While she was standing in the

receiving line, he teased her in front of everybody. First he

made a big show of hugging her, telling everyone that they

were a couple. Then it got worse. Quentin pulled off her hat

and put it on his own head, acting like an impetuous child.

She tried to get it back without causing a scene, pleading

with him to return it, but he was too wrapped up in his own

stunt to notice her distress. It took her minutes of clashing,

with him and the dress, before she finally retrieved the hat

and hid her hair.

After that, Rebecca escaped from the receiving line and

changed into a dress she had brought for the reception.

With the pink problem behind her, she faced the more

important issue: her so-called boyfriend. She pulled

Quentin to a quiet place so they could talk.

Although mad enough to break up with him

immediately, she relented when he begged for another

chance. They agreed on a trial separation. It helped to be

able to ignore him for the rest of the evening. It helped even

more to come to the Westerley party tonight without him.

Since tonight was her second visit to St. Joseph's

cathedral, she knew the way to the recreation hall and went

there directly. Soon she was with the rest of Kay's friends

and younger relatives. Free from the pink dress and the

pathetic Quentin, she could finally relax.

Rebecca's Westerley attire, bought just for the party, was

a forest green satin cocktail dress with a cowl neck, a low

scoop back, and ruching along the front. She didn't

normally buy new dresses for parties, but Kay had warned

her that this was no average party. Besides, it felt good to

dress nicely and wear a color that didn't wage war with her

hair.

Wow. Look at them. Her fellow bridesmaids were

working the crowd like a team. Bubbles, Kay's high school

friend, was dressed in a scandalously skimpy outfit. She had

managed to pour herself into a tight micro-miniskirt,

impossibly high heels, and a top so low cut that it dared her

abundant breasts to stay put. Rebecca watched her troll for

rich Westerleys, flirting with every passing male victim.

Alien Girl, Kay's friend from university days, hovered