I finally arrived at the dinner party. It was so showy. Everyone was dressed invery expensive clothes, drinking very old wine, and using very long words. I felt out ofplace.
“Hey, welcome to the party,” a stylish and smart looking man wearing a black andwhite tuxedo greeted me. He was holding a glass of champagne and looking out over thecrowd of guests. “My name is Pierre,” he continued, looking down into the bottom of hisglass as he moved it around in a circle. The champagne bubbled and popped.