It was a creative and fabulous party, she had to admit. Chandeliers hung from posts in the white tent and made everyone's skin glow. Red and white wine was available, though most of the people here were under age.
The only reason Brie had come was to get out of the house. Her parents had been fighting a lot lately, and she'd heard about this party and since she had been generously given an invitation she decided to be polite and come. She sighed at the whole illusion of the party.
It was elegant, no doubt. The conversation was murmured and sounded polite. Smiles lit up friendly faces. Will Harris was the host of the glorious party. Though he was yet to be seen, his parents stood, allowing the wine it seemed, and looked over the students.
They made sure the two, long, white tables were well stocked with wine and expensive finger foods. Because Brie didn't really know anyone at the party, she sat at a table, sipping red wine, and thinking to herself. The atmosphere was captivating, and her fighting parents didn't exist here.
Tonight Brie had decided to dress up. She wore a white, flowing gown that was backless and of her own design. She hated going shopping, so she made her own dresses and clothes. Sometimes. She didn't always have time. So she was forced to the mall.
Brie saw most dresses were more extravagant, but didn't mind. She didn't like to stand out. She'd put on some makeup tonight, which was unlike her. She preferred an all natural look, which she was criticized on frequently.
But tonight she wore a common black around her eyes and vibrant red lipstick. To bring out her green eyes she wore a dark red violet eyeshadow that contrasted brightly. Her red cheeks had been left alone. Any blush on them and she would look like a blast from the eighties.
Mrs. Harris tapped on her wine glass and the tent quieted down. She smiled sweetly at the faces. "My husband and I would like to thank you all for coming. I am pleased to see that Will knows so many polite friends. But we do request all of you take it easy on the wine." There was quiet laughter.
"Will will be down in a moment. This party was his idea and Mr. Harris and I were a bit objective at first, but we realize that our son is a senior this year and that he will have a long career ahead of him in football." she sighed and looked down at her glass briefly.
"Will has told me that the idea of the party is realized to most of you." Of course it was. Will was looking for a wife.
Brie came because she knew she'd never be chosen. But she had to admit she was curious as to who he would pick. He said he was choosing candidates tonight and at the end of the school year he would choose one to be his wife.
Will was going off to collage for football and wanted to have a wife to join him. His parents would pay for her scholarship. Every girl here who was a possible candidate had excellent grades and were a shoe in for the University of California, then could move on to wherever he choose to go next.
He needed a wife that was willing to follow him wherever he choose to go. Brie had already been accepted to Harvard. She knew she had only been invited to spread the gossip about the candidates and because she was a good and quiet girl.
"Oh look, here's Will now." Mrs. Harris said as Will entered, dressed in an expensive tux and with brilliant and cocky grin on his face. He had a smooth tan over his face and hands.
He was a hottie no doubt. He was quarterback on the football team, he had a large trust fund waiting for him, and had been raised right. He was a dream, any girl's. Including Brie.
But she knew she was set for a good man, with a normal life, and that fit her just fine. She liked being in one place, being around subtle people. The woman for Will would have to be very tolerant. Brie might be able to be taught, but she wasn't sure she wanted to learn.
She stood up in respect and clapped. After things settled down and he began talking to his friends she checked the time. It was past her curfew. But she knew she'd get in trouble anyway when she came home a little tipsy and decided an hour or so wouldn't hurt.
Will was suddenly standing in front of the crowd where his mother had been. "I want to thank you all for coming." he began. "Most of my friends think I'm crazy, but I'm glad they're here to support me. I have ten rings." he said and opened a rectangle box holding the ten engagement rings.
"I've given this a lot of thought and I know what kind of woman I want to be with. I see all of my choices are here tonight so I won't have to hunt them down at school."
He stepped forward and faced Amy Grant. She was popular at school, an obvious choice. But Brie smiled anyway. It was, after all, pretty interesting.
His next choice was Sarah Mikes, another popular girl. She watched him give rings to four more girls until she realized she had a voice mail message. She picked up her phone and listened to her Mom telling her in a strict and firm tone to get her butt home.
She sighed and closed her phone. She set the wine down and found her purse. She stood to leave the tent and saw she was face to face with Will Harris. "Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. I have to get home." she explained.
"Oh, well here." He took her left hand and slipped a ring onto her finger. She stared at him in shock. "I'll see you at school then." he said then turned to place the final ring on another girl's finger.
Brie stared at her hand, her mouth hanging open. She didn't know that he even knew who she was. And he was considering her as a wife?
Was this some kind of sick joke? She suddenly felt humiliated. He would do this in front of his parents? Maybe he wasn't a gentleman like she thought.
He made a speech then talked with the other students. She pushed her way through the crowd, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She twisted off the ring then tapped on his shoulder. He turned around with a smile. Then he frowned when he saw her face. "Brie, is something wrong-""You think this is funny?" she asked. She shoved the ring into his hand. "I came to be polite and you humiliate me like this?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Put a ring on the nerd. Funny, real funny." she snapped then turned and pushed through the crowd. What had she ever done to him? Outside the tent a hand caught her arm.
Will spun her around to face him. "I would never joke about something like this. I would never humiliate a woman like that either. I am serious about this. You're a good woman.
You'd be a good wife. That's why I picked you. Please, take this. I would hate to lose you. It's not a joke. I'll go in there and tell everyone what a great person you are. Please," he begged. "Consider being my wife."
She could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I don't even know you." she whispered.
"We have the month to get to know each other." he replied. He took her hand again and slipped on the ring. He stroked her hair and placed it behind her ear. "Please Brie."
All she could do was stare. He smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. Drive safe."
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