The party wasn't at all what I'd thought. A white tie party with co-workers is what my husband had told me. I'd dressed in my most dazzling white evening gown and came prepared to rub elbows with the elite social crowd of Houston, Texas, while putting on the façade of happy housewife, but this had turned into my biggest nightmare. The drinks flowed freely, the décor was fabulous, but the guests were clad in swimsuits and thongs. Granted, the swimsuits and thongs were white, but still…not what I'd pictured. Not to mention that my husband was rubbing everything but elbows.
What do you think? Short story or scrap pile?
What do you think? Short story or scrap pile?
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