Thursday, April 11, 2013

Evening in Paris

Trish couldn't believe her luck.  She unwrapped the enormous Chanel box to find the most beautiful rhinestone encrusted dress imaginable.  Yes, it was from Monsieur Veuve Cliquot and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  Isabelle and Lucy practically fainted when she unwrapped the pink tissue paper and pulled the dress from its box.

Ooh La La!  And on top of this, he had sent each of the girls--by chauffeured limousine no less--a bouquet of white gardenias and a another box that contained a bottle of chilled Veuve Clicquot.  This made Lucy and Isabelle ooh and ahh in aproval.  "The Queen of Zumba does it again!" Lucy squealed, getting ready for an evening out on the town.

Still, Trish wondered why she was not completely excited to go to the evening's soiree.  Oh yes, there was also an invitation in the package.  It seemed that Monsieur Veuve Clicquot wanted the three American girls to attend a party on the rue de Honore.  Trish was obviously expected to wear the rhinestone dress and arrive at the party with all their American joie de vivre.  But there was something in Trish that made her resist this command performance.  Yes, she was more than a little captivated, but Monsieur Veuve Clicquot, but she also wondered if this was just another move in his game of chess.

"Come one, Trish, let's go!" Isabelle called from the front door of their Left Bank apartment.  And so despite her misgivings, Trish joined her friends, Lucy and Isabelle and walked out into the streets, knowing that this particular evening in Paris would be the beginning of something completely new.

To be continued....

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