Susan was listening to a drab conversation about the latest trend of dresses this spring from Mrs.Tristian's niece, she had missed out on most part and simply nodded in agreement with her sweetest smile. It was an usual drill at such parties except for the fact that, this time her parents darting gazes were not penetrating her self esteem.
A strange excitement soared up among the guets at the party all so sudden.
Susan's eyes wandered towards the entrance where the exquisite Pagani rolled over the gates of the Tristan's estate. Everyone turned around and all gazes stopped in rapt enchantment, the valet hurriedly opened the door. From inside the car stepped out the most elegant lady Irene de Faunoa, and she was accompanied by another woman around her age, Susan had seen her in the pictures from the foundation day ball Patricia Betrice in Susan's eyes seemed to be a kind and gentle lady.