selling more than normal?” Sadie asked Lucy.
“Not your imagination. Shannon told me she is so thrilled to see pieces that Marjorie hadn’t already had her mitts on everything that she’s buying double what she planned – just in case this opportunity never comes again,” Lucy said.
“She does seem to be accumulating bling,” Sadie said. “Which is also good for you. So I’m all for it.”
“I’m revising my sales strategy. I think I’ll invite Marjorie to maybe a quarter of my parties just to remind people what it’s like when she comes. The rest of the time we’ll do it without her,” Lucy said. “I’ll be able to live a month on this sale.”
Sadie felt self-satisfaction wash over her. The only reason she held trunk parties was so that Lucy could make a living. She liked the women well enough, but she wasn’t interested in modern jewelry. It was the old stuff that attracted her. Her shop, Timeless Treasures, was full of great jewelry from seasons past. When she wanted new jewelry, she just walked downstairs. Not that she wore jewelry that often, her lifestyle was far too busy.
She left the party for a moment and went downstairs to the shop’s back room to check on Mr. Bradshaw. He’d dragged his bed under her desk and was curled up with his back to her. He was sulking. She knew because normally he would have jumped up and met her at the door. Mr. B. knew perfectly well she was in the doorway, he was just punishing her for excluding him from the party.
“I’m afraid those drunken women will step on you,” she said. “And you know you don’t like it when strangers try and hold you.” He didn’t move so she shrugged mentally and went back upstairs to her guests.
Shannon Sinkwater caught her by the arm as she came in the door. “Best party ever,” she slurred. “No Marjorie to buy up all the good stuff. I’m buying it instead.” She giggled. “So much fun.” She wandered off.
Lois Hall patted the spot on the couch next to her. “Sit down with me Sadie,” she said.
Sadie sat and gave her full attention to Lois. She was another rich socialite who liked to get her own way.
“I think you should keep an eye on Shannon,” Lois said. “She’s had too much to drink. She’ll be in trouble if she tries to drive home.”
“She just lives across the park,” Sadie said. “She’s not driving.”
“She lives in one of the old money mansions on the other side?” Lois asked. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. She sure flashed her money around enough. But somehow I thought she was new money.”
Sadie didn’t know or care, who was new money and who was old. As far as she could see, the more money someone had, the more obnoxious they felt entitled to be. But it was the rich women of Seagrove that were paying Lucy’s bills so she tried not to get snarky.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” she asked Lois. “Or a cup of coffee?”
“Is there any more of that lovely Zin left?” Lois asked. “I’d love another glass of that.”
Sadie refrained making a remark about Lois driving home and went to get the Zinfandel. She’d be calling a cab for anyone who wasn’t walking anyway. Lucy had collected everyone’s keys as they came in the door.
Sadie refilled Lois’s glass and Lois motioned Sadie to come closer.
“Someone should speak to Shannon,” she said quietly. “And it is your party.”
“What does she need talking to about?” Sadie asked. She stifled a sigh, this was one aspect of these parties she dreaded. Wealthy snobs tattling on other wealthy snobs. Ugh.
“She’s smearing the mayor’s name. Someone is bound to notice and tell the mayor. If there is one person in this town that you don’t want to get on the bad side of, it’s Mayor Rumstocking. She’ll get her kicked out of the sailing club if it gets back to her that Shannon has been bad mouthing her.”
“Shannon
“Not your imagination. Shannon told me she is so thrilled to see pieces that Marjorie hadn’t already had her mitts on everything that she’s buying double what she planned – just in case this opportunity never comes again,” Lucy said.
“She does seem to be accumulating bling,” Sadie said. “Which is also good for you. So I’m all for it.”
“I’m revising my sales strategy. I think I’ll invite Marjorie to maybe a quarter of my parties just to remind people what it’s like when she comes. The rest of the time we’ll do it without her,” Lucy said. “I’ll be able to live a month on this sale.”
Sadie felt self-satisfaction wash over her. The only reason she held trunk parties was so that Lucy could make a living. She liked the women well enough, but she wasn’t interested in modern jewelry. It was the old stuff that attracted her. Her shop, Timeless Treasures, was full of great jewelry from seasons past. When she wanted new jewelry, she just walked downstairs. Not that she wore jewelry that often, her lifestyle was far too busy.
She left the party for a moment and went downstairs to the shop’s back room to check on Mr. Bradshaw. He’d dragged his bed under her desk and was curled up with his back to her. He was sulking. She knew because normally he would have jumped up and met her at the door. Mr. B. knew perfectly well she was in the doorway, he was just punishing her for excluding him from the party.
“I’m afraid those drunken women will step on you,” she said. “And you know you don’t like it when strangers try and hold you.” He didn’t move so she shrugged mentally and went back upstairs to her guests.
Shannon Sinkwater caught her by the arm as she came in the door. “Best party ever,” she slurred. “No Marjorie to buy up all the good stuff. I’m buying it instead.” She giggled. “So much fun.” She wandered off.
Lois Hall patted the spot on the couch next to her. “Sit down with me Sadie,” she said.
Sadie sat and gave her full attention to Lois. She was another rich socialite who liked to get her own way.
“I think you should keep an eye on Shannon,” Lois said. “She’s had too much to drink. She’ll be in trouble if she tries to drive home.”
“She just lives across the park,” Sadie said. “She’s not driving.”
“She lives in one of the old money mansions on the other side?” Lois asked. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. She sure flashed her money around enough. But somehow I thought she was new money.”
Sadie didn’t know or care, who was new money and who was old. As far as she could see, the more money someone had, the more obnoxious they felt entitled to be. But it was the rich women of Seagrove that were paying Lucy’s bills so she tried not to get snarky.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” she asked Lois. “Or a cup of coffee?”
“Is there any more of that lovely Zin left?” Lois asked. “I’d love another glass of that.”
Sadie refrained making a remark about Lois driving home and went to get the Zinfandel. She’d be calling a cab for anyone who wasn’t walking anyway. Lucy had collected everyone’s keys as they came in the door.
Sadie refilled Lois’s glass and Lois motioned Sadie to come closer.
“Someone should speak to Shannon,” she said quietly. “And it is your party.”
“What does she need talking to about?” Sadie asked. She stifled a sigh, this was one aspect of these parties she dreaded. Wealthy snobs tattling on other wealthy snobs. Ugh.
“She’s smearing the mayor’s name. Someone is bound to notice and tell the mayor. If there is one person in this town that you don’t want to get on the bad side of, it’s Mayor Rumstocking. She’ll get her kicked out of the sailing club if it gets back to her that Shannon has been bad mouthing her.”
“Shannon
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