The Wanderers

Chapter 9

"Did you decide yet?" Josie asked impatiently.

"I still don't know."

"Well they're having a party tonight in honor of new members and I think you should go. Maybe that will help you make up your mind."

I doubt it.

Josie had been on me all week about whether or not I decided to join Theta Kappa. And every day I told her my mind wasn't made up. My classes didn't seem too overwhelming and I was a champ at multitasking, but I still wasn't so sure it would be the best idea.

I told Josie I would go to the party. It was just a welcoming party so I was sure it would be low key. She warned me we had to dress nice. I wear my purple sleeveless dress, with a black belt, and black cardigan. Josie wore a strapless green dress that ruffled from the waist down and a little black jacket. I drove us to the sorority house, even though it was only a few blocks; it was too far and too cold to walk in heels.

The exterior of the house had an ominous glow emanating from all the windows making the house appear haunted. Once inside, we discovered the place was lit from top to bottom with candles. "What's with all the candles?" I asked Josie. "It's very colonial."

Josie rolled her eyes. "Didn't you ever hear of soft lighting?"

I ignored her, too distracted by the interior design. The house itself was exquisite. It had beautiful art all over the walls and hardwood floors covered with very expensive area rugs. Designer furniture and lavish curtains made from the finest silks. I was afraid to touch anything. The place looked more like a museum than a sorority house. The only thing missing was the red velvet ropes.

"Welcome, ladies, to your new home." Cadence announced coming down the stairs wearing a knee length gray and black cocktail dress. Her arms extended in a welcoming gesture. Most of the other sisters were dressed similarly making me feel a little under dressed in my plain purple dress. "Please, before we start tonight's festivities, feel free to take a tour of the house."

The whole place was like a showcase. They had one wall with all their achievements and awards. A glass case holding trophies of competitions different sisters had won. Down the next hall were pictures of all the sisters over the years.

"Hey Ella, look at this. This guy looks just like your dad." I walked over to the picture Josie was standing by. I examined at the picture. It was a spitting image of my father, everything from his dark hair, to his piercing green eyes, and stern smile.

I read the caption underneath. Liam McCallister, Head founder 1935. Next to his picture was one of another man named, Robert McCallister, Vice President. I would have sworn it was my dad but knew that was impossible. My dad wasn't born until the 1960's and graduated from Stanford.

"He does have a striking resemblance," I said curiously.