Jules had just made it over to the bar to get a drink when she felt someone slither up behind her. Recognizing Claire’s expensive perfume, she would risk that it was the girl who had invited her to the little shindig.
She didn’t move and soon the identity of the person accosting her was soon revealed. Smiling, Jules nodded gently. “I was just happy to be invited,” Jules spoke in the same loud whisper.
Jules scoped out the bar and discerned that she was supposed to make her own drink. Seeing a bottle of wine, of an impressive vintage, Jules took it and poured herself a glass. “Clearly someone stole this from mom and dad,” Jules mused figuring that she, and possibly one or two others, knew anything about wine.
Turning around, she made no effort to create more space between her and Claire. “How is the party?” she asked, taking a sip of her wine. Jules smiled warmly. “You look wonderful.”