“Ok, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing. I suppose I am a bit nervous about tonight is all,” Helena explained. Alice stared unconvincingly at Helena.

“Nervous? You’re never nervous. Anxious, frustrated, even bitchy but,” Alice went on.

“Thank you, Alice. It’s just Mum’s going to be there and Arthur,” Helena started. Alice registered a little earlier than expected only because she had heard Helena talk about the Carvington’s since Harold brought the restoration project to the CAC.

“Arthur Carvington will be there?” Alice asked.

“Yes, of course. He’s the reason for it all. Harold threw the party, only for the most exclusive of people of course,” Helena explained.

“Well, then, if he invited you then you shouldn’t have to worry then should you,” Alice answered getting up to her feet. “I’ll get my coat and be out in a second.”

“Alice,” Helena called after her. Alice stopped and turned. “You can be,” she paused “quite refreshing.” Alice smiled unsure if that was indeed a compliment, then started walking toward the house again.

Will looked gravely into the mirror. She stood, for the first time in days, in her room. She had resolved to spend as little time as possible in the Carvington’s “beach house.” It was actually a 6 bedroom manor that their father had bought on a whim. He had wanted to see the Pacific as if it had been a casual drive to the corner store. Will smeared foundation over her face and watched her brother walk in behind her.

“You looked thrilled,” he commented leaning against the door after he had closed it. Harold smirked for a moment as he looked his sister over. A woman who prefered a torn jeans jacket and Levis any day of the week dawned a black cocktail dress and diamonds around her neck. Will continued to apply the makeup.

“As do you,” she responded. Harold had always been more suited for the life that was expected of them. He wore a tuxedo with a dark green tie and cumberbund. “Nice tie,” she added and smiled. She reached for her lipstick.

“Well you would think that wouldn’t you. You did pick it out after all,” Harold commented stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Will started applying the mascara as lightly as possible. “You blame me but I know you just wear them to attract attention to yourself. Father,” she started.