I tossed a salad. I made home made dressing to go with it. Store bought dressing was .. OK but much more fattening than they let on. A good vinaigrette and some seasonings would go great with the salad, I made a small chicken broth for the soup course. My own brand of seasonings a dash of that a pinch of this. I flayed some Steaks in White wine and vinaigrette. I cut up some cheese and placed three slices on small plates I then decorated the rest of the plate with both green and purple grape clumps. I had bought some mint ice to serve between courses to cleanse the palate and added a few mint leaves to each dish. I had also baked a Blue berry torte for desert. With dinner planed and ready to begin I went to the roof and began to set up a table and chairs I had managed to drag a small refrigerator up for Ice and cold bear and soda. I also managed to find a Mini Bar so, I set that up also. I hug some clear Christmas lights all over the roof and smiled I placed a curtain between where I would come to serve the food and where the food would be eaten. Satisfied with this I continued down to finish cooking. After cooking and baking for most of the afternoon I decided I needed a shower and to dress for the occasion.
After my shower I made sure to straighten my hair. I hated the little curlers that would always spring up if I hadn't straightened it. I went to my closet and looked at my dresses hanging there. I knew the evening was going to be warm so I pulled out my hunter green spaghetti strap dress. It was my one weakness, I loved the way it clung to my form hugging my curves. I knew it would have been considered a bit risky in some circles but It made me feel bold and daring. The draping neckline lay comfortably just above my breasts but the back plunged to my middle back. I had never worn it but for some reason I knew it was just the thing for tonight. I accented it with my small silver hoop earring's, and my silver necklace that had the Greek symbol for Scorpio dangling from it. The necklace was my mothers birth symbol and one of the only things not destroyed in the fire. I always wore it when I needed a bit of strength it always reassured me and I felt more confident the scars showed faintly but if you didn't know they we're there one might not notice them.
I looked at myself in the mirror and twirled a bit watching the material swirl about my calves. I wore my Silver flat sandals and was satisfied with the overall look. I pulled my hair up on the sides and pinned it up with a silver barrette and nodded at myself. I took a deep breath more nervous now than I can remembr. Though I didn't think I looked as voluptuous and scrumptious as say perhaps Morgan, I felt I was pretty well put together. Though I didn't feel all that comfortable in dresses I always felt more vulnerable and less in control however right at this moment I still felt more in control than I normally did.
I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I walked from the bedroom to the door and licked my lips and slid my hands down over my sides taking a deep breath at the same time. I then reached out and opened the door. There stood Alice. I smiled. "Welcome." I motioned for her jacket and she handed me a bottle. I looked at it and smiled. After taking her jacket I hung it in the closet and I motioned for her to join me on the roof. I led the way and she followed. As we were headed there Mr. Parker showed up along with a Bill somebody or other. I think he said his last name was Williamson. They joined us on the roof and I opened the bottle of southern comfort and poured drinks for everyone. I passed the drinks out and we toasted to new beginnings. They were mingling and I happened to look over the edge to the road. I saw Morgan and a gentlemen walking up the street. I excused myself and went down to meet them. "Welcome we are all upstairs. Please come." I motioned for them to join us and asked Mr. Parker if he would pour them a drink. I looked over the side of the building and saw an empty street. I figured I should not wait much longer. I went back to my apartment and began to bring up our first course. When I arrived there I noticed two more individuals as well as Samantha had arrived. I smiled and nodded I was happy more people showed. "Hello so glad you could come." I quickly placed the food items on the small push cart I had found and turned into a serving trolley. I held out my hand to the gentlemen whom came forward. Wow more very handsome men, my breath was almost taken away by their devilishly good looks. One of them came forward "Hello, My name is William Grevinsworth. It is a pleasure to meet you my dear. I was uncertain what you would need for a house warming gift but here." he handed me a piece of paper. I looked up at him he was a very very tall individual, with warm chocolate eyes. If I were to hazard a guess I would have to say he was over six foot, perhaps six foot three inches. His hair was brown and impeccably kept his suit had to have been designer perhaps Armani? I noticed he carried with him a designer Attache case. I could feel my blush at his words but I tried to keep from shaking with nerves. "I am glad you came. Please have a seat." I looked at the paper in my hand as he sat and my heart stopped. Ten Thousand dollars was on the amount of the check he had placed in my hand. I had never felt more overwhelmed or confused, ten thousand was very eccentric to give as a house warming gift. I am sure my face was white but I smiled and looked to the new gentlemen whom had moved closer. "Nathaniel St. Clair, Pleased to make your acquaintance Miss?" "Stephanie White. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat." Where Mr. Grevinsworth was more formally dashing, this man was devastatingly delicious. His steel blue eyes seemed to look right into me. His rugged looks made me lick my lips and have brief thoughts of things I had long forgotten... He was very handsome and I found myself wondering what both he and Mr. Grevinsworth would look like disheveled I nearly giggled at the thought and I licked my lips and took a deep breath catching my composure before turning to those gathered. I hadn't expected an extra guest but I always made more than enough, all due to living in the orphanage.
I noticed that some of the others were already dishing up the salad and trying my dressing and I heard no complaints. Mr. Grevinsworth sat next to me with Morgan sitting on the other side, I felt very self conscious. Mr. Grevinsworth began to speak to Morgan and I was jolted into action. Mentally berating myself for my lack of host like manners I had begun to introduce everyone, which was quickly brought to my attention that nearly everyone here knew each other, all except Bill Williamson, that is. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, I had to be blushing and I hated that part of me. The part that was so easily able to blush and become socially flustered at the slightest of things. I smiled and leaned in to speak to Mr. Grevinsworth. "I am so glad you could come, I have wanted to meet the other individual whom Mr. Parker said had higher me." I smiled and continued, "Now I can put a face to the name." He smiled and said "aah so your the new Emergency Medical Technician that he wanted to higher." Nathanial then interrupted and started talking to Mr. Grevinsworth, I brought out more food and noticed that Mr. St. Clair was not eating. I asked him a question. "I am sorry I didn't know you were not one for meet is there something else I can get for you?" He simply replied, "No thank you I apologize but I had eaten prior to coming." I smiled and felt that he was just being polite and didn't want to tell me that he had been offended by the food I had chosen to serve.
Nathaniel St. Clair told me he would be happy to build me a swimming pool but I chuckled and thanked him while telling him that really wouldn't be feasible here and I didn't need one. "I am just glad you could come it was a pleasure to meet you" I smiled at him. He and Mr. Grevinsworth left shortly after and I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of regret that they had left. I had found Mr. Grevinsworth very intelligent and interesting. Mr. St. Clair was quiet and reserved with a constant air of quiet wisdom about him. For some reason I seemed drawn to everyone here my mind chose to ignore the fact that each and every one of them had been in that so called shared dream, my mind didn't seem capable of processing that information right now. I served desert and the cheese plates and then everyone left as most had to go to their other jobs. Morgan and her husband Arthur had to get back to their daughter, and I thanked them for coming. I spoke to Samantha after that and asked her if Mr. Parker was seeing anyone in particular. She answered no that he had not been dating anyone. I was a bit nervous and continued to speak to her but got the feeling she resented me asking that question. I believe with the amount of talk and the way he speaks of her that Mr. Parker may either be falling in love with, or is already in love with Mrs. Samantha. It bothered me slightly but yet on another level it didn't. Unless I think about it ... I don't want to know why. I think I must secretly be attracted to him. I do find him interesting. I need to remember to keep to myself and keep back for a few reasons.
One: I like Samantha. She is kind witty and very good at what she does. Though she claims not to be with Mr. Parker in that manor, I would not feel comfortable if I we're to get in the way of that even though I think I am very envious.
TWO: It has been proven that getting emotionally attached to patients is a bad thing not to mention unethical.
WHAT AM I THINKING? Why am I having such lapses in judgment? I won't dwell on it at least not for now. Dang it if Mr. Grevinsworth doesn’t look familiar. The Two guests that were here also looked familiar. I found my brain wondering again, though Mr. Nathanial St. Clair swore he had already eaten, I believe he was just being polite, he must be a vegetarian. I should have asked I would have made him something vegan like. Mr. Grevinsworth is definitely an interesting man. He seams to be a charismatic individual. Intriguing really. Some day I hope to have a family like Morgan has, I didn’t realize how much I missed my family until I moved here, I am slightly envious of her. Right now I need to focus more on my goal, I should ask Morgan if it’s natural to remember what my family looked like in a dream but not remember them before or after said dream. With no memory after the fire I still feel a bit disoriented when I think of them. I need to get some cards and thank all who came tonight, I had found the box I packed my stamping stuff in, I will make thank you cards for everyone as I had enjoyed my party. It was an interesting experience and I found how truly small the world can seam. I believe I should ask Morgan if there is some way to keep my mind from wondering off on other things like, Mr. Parker, and Mr. Grevinsworth. I felt slightly overwhelmed with so many obviously influential people around and and everyone knowing each other. I cleared up and went in search of my bed feeling mentally exhausted from tonight.
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