JILLIAN'S SUITE AT THE
Jillian, I don't know why Father couldn't just wait here for you to finish
getting dressed." Janet Stokes wandered around the living room
picking up her sister's knickknacks, examining them, and carefully putting them
"You know how he gets when it's time for us
girls to primp!" Jillian's voice
drifted in from the bedroom where she
was putting the finishing touches on her ensemble for the evening.
"Men!" Jillian's best friend
Helen Van Dyne laughed as she thought about how utterly silly they could
be. "Sometimes, I don't know what we women see in them!"
She paused for a moment and lifted her finger to her chin in mock thought.
"Oh, yeah, I know! There so much fun!" Helen
suddenly erupted into a fit of giggles at her own comment. As she sprawled
herself on the sofa, she made especially sure not to wrinkle her gown. She
knew that there would be loads of eligible bachelors at the party and wanted to
look her best.
"Mother and Father said they'd meet us up
stairs," Janet called out as she checked her hair in the mirror one more
time. "And heaven only knows where Judith and Mark are. You'd
think she'd settle down now that she's expecting, but no! I'm
surprised Mark hasn't turned her over his knee already!"
"C'mon, Jilly, we're gonna be late!"
Helen called out as she got off the sofa and walked toward the bedroom
door. "You don't want to miss your own party, do you?"
"Miss my engagement party?" came the
voice from the bedroom. "I wouldn't miss this night for the