The Tea Party
Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull. One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife. I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. …