Julia felt a little out of place. She hadn’t been back in Breton in years, let alone at a party with this many people. She wondered if anyone here remembered her, would notice she was not only back, but collarless. It sent a trickle of nerves down her spine. She looked down at her gown, smoothing her hand over it, trying to let out a calming breath. There were just so many people. She needed a drink.
Just in time, a waiter was coming her way, just one champagne flute left on his tray and she made a beeline his way. Just as she reached up for the glass though someone else did as well, bumping hands and nearly knocking the glass over and Julie snatched her hand away, an embarrassed laugh escaping her, “Sorry! Please, go ahead, I’ll find another.”