She didn't know how to get her best friend back. He didn't know how to tell her that he loved her.
Sophie has been going to Cousins Beach with her family since she was little. They and the Fisher's and Conklin's were like a big family. She hoped f...
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Tea Party
"Jeremiah!! Jere!" Belly and I both shouted. We got dropped off and were now walking to the club. Jeremiah was walking with towels on his arms.
"Oh my god!" He laughed. "I didn't even recognised you two! You look great!"
"Thanks." I smiled.
"No, be honest do we look like fools?" Belly asked.
"No, you guys look good."
We chuckled.
"Uhm, let me walk you over." He suggested and threw the towels he was carrying into a golf cart.
"Sure." Belly smiled and we walked to the house. We linked our arms and Jeremiah had each of us on one arm. We walked through the halls and up the stairs. He was talking stuff with Belly but I wasn't really listening, I was too amazed by the photography that hanged on the walls from previous debutante balls.
"Honestly. I never thought the day would come where I see you in a fascinator." Jeremiah laughed, we joined but then got quiet when we saw the room and heard the indistinct chatter.
"Okay we are here." I said as we stopped in the room. The chattering got quiet and everyone looked at us. I wanted to die and just disappear. The girls were judging us and looked us up and down. Belly and I looked at each other and we knew that we were thinking the same and wanted to leave. But then a woman walked to us, "Jeremiah."
"Paige." He smiled.
"Where is your shirt?" She asked.
"It's always a pleasure." He kissed her hand. And I tried to not laugh, I loved Jeremiah for his humour.
"Mhm." Paige looked from him to us.
"This is Belly. I mean Isabel Conklin and Sophie Thomson. The young women my mum told you about. My future wifes. Both of them." Jeremiah smiled at Paige.
"Both?"
"I know, not what this society is happy about." He smiled again.
Paige nodded at us. "They are late."
"We are s0 sorry." We said at the same time.
"You're at table two." She said to us.
"Oh are those the little Brie and fig sandwiches with the prosciutto?" Jeremiah asked.
