• Michelle Fix

Prologue - Drinks in the Garden

Updated: Oct 15, 2020

“Linda! So great to see you not working and enjoying a little R&R. How does it feel?” Linda looked a little taken aback.

“Tootie, was it?”

“Yes, short for Petunia, a name no one has had since the 1800s. I don’t know what my mother was thinking.”

“It’s an unusual name. Two, actually. I’m so sorry but could you remind me where……”

“Oh! Of course. We just met in the lobby of the hotel while everyone was milling about for the car services.”

“That’s right, that’s right. I’m so sorry. There’s so much going on and so many new faces. It’s nice to more formally meet you.”

Linda extended her hand in greeting but Tootie’s hands were full with her stole, her handbag and a glass of champagne so she offered an elbow, which Linda took awkwardly.

“I do get my fair share of relaxation into the calendar. If anyone knows how frequently I attend events and celebrations, it’s Alba. She’s always got me looking my best. I see you are a fan as well,” she said, pointing to Tootie’s lavender silk charmeuse one-shouldered long dress.

“A recent convert. Just discovered her clothing this year. Am in love. In love! Her sense of color and the fabrics….yummy. So in love with her things.”

“It’s hard not to be,” said Linda as she sipped the last of her wine. Looking over the top of her glass, she noticed Gregory Smith waving to her.

“It was lovely to chat, but I see that Greg is waving me down. Hope to catch up with you more at the dinner.”

“Of course - looking forward!”

Linda walked off as Tootie polished off her champagne and stepped over to the bar. Wow. What a treat to have talked to Linda in person. That Alba was really connected. As Tootie reached over for a refill on her drink, the dinner bell sounded, startling her and she quickly turned, catching her stole on the edge of the bar along with a tray of drinks. Four of the six full champagne flutes went crashing to the ground.

“Oh! I’m so, so sorry,” she blurted to the bartender.

“Nessun problem,” he replied. Tootie looked confused. “It’s okay,” he said.

Tootie smiled in thanks, grabbed one of the remaining glasses and headed into the ballroom.


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