It was as she expected it. An array of golds and blacks, that’s how they had imagined It, those were the colors befitting of his inaugural cocktail.
They had attended a few from his company and fantasized about his own. and here it was.
Brie took in the décor, sophisticated and befitting of an executive director, her husband was getting inaugurated.
The hall could hold a capacity of at least two hundred people but less than that were present, clad in blacks and gold.
The long islands littered with countless glasses, warm yellow glitter from the chandeliers bounced off beautifully from the flutes, at intervals there were snack ad fruit towers, enough for each cluster to eat macarons and berries to their fill.
Only a minimal number of chairs for the ones who couldn’t stand for long. It wasn’t the kind of party you could sit down, it was the type where you had to stand and perch from one cluster to another, like a butterfly in search of nectar.
The flapping and yapping created a low rumble of words and occasionally a loud laughter and a cordial back slap.
Brie wondered what they always had to talk about as if they didn’t meet every other day in one meeting or the other but still at every occasion they chattered nonstop, making small talk.
She recalled when she’d seen her husband doing the perching, spreading his brightness, complimenting shabby looking men and their caked-up wives.
That was company culture
She should’ve arrived with him but she’d had her reasons for staying away.
She had been over the moon about it since Josh told her about it, her heart could explode from the excitement.
Her Joshie was getting what he had worked so hard for.
She walked in after a familiar nod from the doorman who took her jacket, the air con coated her bare arms, she rubbed her gloved palms gently against them, good thing her husband got her a dress with the most elegant gloves, sequined with tiny jewels, it made the cold setting bearable, because ow else would she cope with a halter necked dress drawn to a delicious dip down the back
Brie smoothed her hands down the sequined velvety dress her husband had sent to her hotel room.
She had received the dress and a beautiful pair of black heels together, a beautiful bouquet with a little note sitting pretty on it.
I can’t wait to see you in this dress, my lady.
I love you.
She had smiled so much her heart ached and tears almost spilled out. She had whispered I love you too to the walls of her room.
Before the delivery guy had pinged her bell, she had been looking through a few dresses and settled on a champagne slip dress, satin and plain. That was what people wore to cocktails, gold or black, at least she thought so, she always wore gold or black each time she accompanied her husband to these cocktails.
Brielle smiled at the thought.
Josh had gotten her a velvet red dress that dipped at the back and flowed to the back like a mermaid.
It was exquisite and quite an expense.
She wondered how much the dress cost.
Her eyes skittered from face to face, searching for her husband.
She swiped a bottle of whatever was passing. After a deep drink she knew it was very fine Champagne, satisfied with the taste, she continued her search for the only man she had come for
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On A Thread
عاطفيةBrielle and Josh have both honed their college love into a lovely marriage, a kind that so many peers of theirs hope for. What happens when a tragic incident threatens to tear them apart. He might not even be aware, neither does she tell him and mu...
