Oui!

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Madeleine jumped into the range rover waiting to pick her up to drive home. This was exciting. At about 6:00 pm, she was about to meet her new lifelong friends and possible business partners, all thanks to her husband's new position. Getting married to a neurologist definitely had its perks. This was so new, so fantastic, so fairy tale like. She would've never imagined this. Yes she had money before hand, both from her parents, her job and her husband, but what was money without a social life? It didn't mean anything! Have all the wealth you have, but if you don't get invited to anything because of your fame, that money means nothing; that's what she believed. Oh, to revel in this! Who would've believed that a small girl from a small French town would be invited to Joseph and Yasmie Pelletienne's summer...party? She didn't want to call it something as small as a party. This was bigger than a party. More elegant, classy, stylish. Not a party, a word that could easily mean ten 5 year olds coming together with messy clothes and messy hands. No, this was bigger. Gala? No, too generalized. Dinner? Indeed they would be having dinner, but it wasn't just that. Why don't she just call Yasmie and ask? After all, it wasn't like she was meeting her for the first time. They had known each other for two years, obviously not being in the same class level, but not too far below either, so that made the friendship easy, with little to no condescending marks, or feelings of jealousy. Yes, that friendship was perfect. So she thought.

"Hello?" "Salut, Yasmie!" "Ah, Madeleine, mon amie! How are you? Are you still coming? Is everything alright?" "Oh yes, everything is fine, I'm still coming. I just wanted to know, what should I call your event? I know it may sound stupid but I simply couldn't put my mind at ease." Yasmie giggled, knowing the sort of person Madeleine was. She could sit and ponder for hours at the making of a dish rag. "A party would suffice, Madeleine." Oh. So she was right the first time. "Alright, merci." "De rien. See you later!" And the call was ended. This was going to be just fine. Everything was going to be just fine.