Paris Changes Everything

Chapter Three
Girls on the Town

            Sometime before midnight, Isabelle, Lucy and Trish had finally finished going over their photographs for tomorrow's class.  And now, it was time for more important business:  dancing and drinking the night away at Le Cave!  The girls had chosen what to wear and were just out the door.  For Isabelle, it was her go-to little black dress with a cobalt blue scarf.  For Lucy, all white.  White jeans, white sweater, white ballet slippers.  So typical, Trish thought, adjusting her trademark oversized eyeglasses.  So virginal, and so out of season!  But Trish didn't say a word.  Instead, she followed her friends out of their Left Bank  apartment and focused on holding onto the banister to steady herself on her very high heels.  Trish wore a sleeveless Betsey Johnson fuchsia ruffled dress.  

It sparkled with sequins and included a crinoline slip.  Oh, and she also wore her hot pink patent leather high heels.   Isabelle had given Trish one of those disapproving are you sure you want to wear those? as they walked down the winding circular steps.  

They were on the forth floor, which in France was actually the fifth floor and it wasn’t easy negotiating the stairs in her American heels, but what the hell.  You only live once, Trish thought.  And besides, by the end of the night, she would take them off and walk up the stairs barefoot.  Easy.  And in the meantime, she was going to enjoy her night in Paris!
To be continued....
P.S.  Here's your chance to contribute to the story.  I want Trish to meet a cute guy at Le Cave.  Any ideas who that should be?  Merci beaucoup!