Thursday: The ladies society of Rolling Hills is having their annual brunch to discuss the importance of the debutaunt ball to the possible debutaunts of Rolling Hills. Mrs. Melody Ramsey will be hosting at her home and will have folders of information on the most important ball of the year for every girl 16-19. Attendance is mandatory if you will be a debutaunt this year.
The group of girls standing in the foyer stopped talking as I approached. I didn’t look at any of them as I passed. I didn’t need to look at them to know they weren’t worth my time.
The Ramsey’s’ home would be considered large anywhere else but Rolling Hills. But as I walked through towards the large sitting room where the meeting would be held, I couldn’t help but think that it was bland. There was no personality. I thought fleetingly about putting Mrs. Ramsey in touch with my father.
I paused as I stepped into the room, taking it all in. There were four white tablecloth covered tables, each with four place settings and surrounded by 4 chairs. At one side of the room was a long table covered with every possible brunch food. My stomach growled and I remembered that I had skipped breakfast.
Almost all of the seats were full except for a couple here or there and as I looked at the girls who were already gathered, I couldn’t help my lip from curling. As my eyes scanned each of them, I couldn’t help but think that the group this year was…lacking.
A waving hand caught my eye and my grimace turned into a smile when I saw that it was Penny, waving me over to the table in the front and to the left, closest to the windows.
“Ladies,” I greeted as I slid gracefully into my seat, setting my bag on the floor next to me. I scanned the table. Penny was sitting to my right and I smiled at Allyson from across the table. I looked to the empty seat at my left and raised an eyebrow.
“ ’Melia’s late,” Penny said, reading my expression, “If she’s even coming at all.”
“She’ll be here,” I replied, confident.
Penny shrugged and looked around the room, “What do you think about the group this year?”
I snorted, “Pathetic. I can’t believe I wasted a new skirt on this lot. Half of them look scared out of their wits. You’d think they were going to be sacrificed, not getting ready for a debutant ball.”
“They’re probably terrified of you,” Penny laughed.
“As they should be. But I mean for Christ’s sake-.” A familiar high-pitched voice interrupted me. It was the grating voice of Mrs. Ramsey.
“Calista, darling, I’m so glad you’re here.”
I rolled my eyes and plastered on a fake smile before turning around and standing, accepting the requisite and completely fake air kisses.
“Of course I’m here,” I smiled down at her, “I wouldn’t miss it. We’ve acquired a fabulous group of girls here,” I continued, motioning towards the rest of the room. I heard Penny snicker behind me and I kicked her chair.
Mrs. Ramsey beamed. She was a beautiful woman, has had come to be expected of Rolling Hills. But it was the fact that she seemed to always be tightly wound that detracted from it. I didn’t know much about her but I imagined she had been successful once and, bitter at the fact that she was now a stay at home mother, turned her all of her energy on being the head of the Ladies Society. I had a feeling that she thought she had more power than she actually did.
“It is a good group isn’t? My daughter is here, of course,” she point at the table in the back to a tiny brunette girl. She lowered her voice and I bent towards her so I could here her, “Maybe you could help her out a little this year. She’s so shy and you’d be a great influence on her.”
I shrugged noncommittally but was rescued from answering as she continued, “We should start soon. Are we missing anyone?”
“Amelia,” I answered. Her mouth turned into a frown.
“Oh,” she replied, disapprovingly, “is she still coming?"
“Of course she is,” I snapped, “see, there she is now.”
Amelia had just walked into the room. She stood in the archway, looking around uncomfortably. I waved and she smiled then, making her way over with more confidence. It wasn’t until she’d unattached herself from the door when I saw that her sister had been behind her. She looked our way but took sat in the only available seat at the table in the back.
Mrs. Ramsey had made her way to the front of the room and I sat just as Amelia plopped into the seat next to me. “You’re late.”
She shrugged, “I almost didn’t come at all but my sister-.”
“Your sister’s a b.tch.”
She looked at me warningly but I just rolled my eyes, tapping my emerald painted fingernails on the folder in front of me in irritation, “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, “she is. You know and I know. You can’t defend her when she treats you like shit.
“Just leave her alone,” Mia replied, taking a sip from her orange juice.
I ran a hand through my long hair, “I will for now. And only because you asked me to.” I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms across my chest as Mrs. Ramsey began to speak. I fought back a yawn as I tuned out. Her speech was the same as the year before. It always was.
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