Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (11) The Highfinch Summer Ball (Part 05)
George was very anxious to get to the club and more importantly he was very anxious to see Tallulah so he arrived at 7.15pm.
In his dinner suit, complete with cummerbund and bow tie, although he was so nervous about the evening that he had to wear a clip on bow tie.
He was greeted by the sight of an array of stunningly turned out women, not one of whom was Tallulah St George.
So while killing time he mingled with the assembled group.
The guest list for the Ball was very exclusive, and was by invitation only, so subsequently every one made the best of the opportunity to dress up to the nines.
He bumped into one stunner after another, beginning with Willow, the pretty young daughter of the family who lived next to him in Lily Green, and her best friend Karen.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing the expensive designer evening dresses.
“Hello Willow” he said, “you look beautiful”
She blushed terribly and he turned his attention to her friend
“You’re also looking stunning Karen”
Next he ran into the Braithwaite’s, the Callan’s, and the Drake’s which was when Jo Hazelton joined him, she was the next-door neighbour of William St George, and was a hugely popular character in fact she was the original all round good egg and she was looking very shapely, in an expensive gown, but he suspected a body shaper was being manfully employed but none the less she looked very nice.
“Hello George” she said “You look lost”
“I was looking for Tally” He said
“I haven’t seen her yet” she confessed and then they moved onto the small talk which ebbed and flowed until he spotted Tally in a dark blue dress heading towards the ladies so he made his excuses and left the group he was chatting with and positioned himself on the side of the room nearest to the ladies room that Tallulah had frequented and drifted around on the fringes of growing groups of guests, not really following the conversation until she reappeared and when she did he intercepted her.
“Tallulah!” he called
“Hello darling” she said unconvincingly and there was an awkward kiss.
“So have you done your thinking?”
“Not really” she replied and then added
“I’ll see you at the table”
And with that she disappeared into the melee.
That was not what he was hoping to hear and it seemed as if his worst fears were being realized.
George wandered over to the seating plan to find out what table he was on and who his dining companions were and when he got there he found a familiar face standing there, Jo Hazelton
“Hello Jo we’re going to have to stop meeting like this you know”
“No chance of that I’m afraid” she said laughing “we’re on the same table”
“Really?” he said “how funny”
“Who else have we got?”
“Well there’s Laura and Geoffrey Hunt, Shirley and Mick Collins, me and Phil, Michele and Victor Braithwaite, and you and Tally” she said
“Well that’s probably the best table in the room” George said
“I agree” Jo said proudly
Then she stuck her arm through his and said
“You may escort me to my table good sir”
“My pleasure madam” he responded