The evening has come. I feel like I have been dreading this since I returned home and received those damned voice mails and letters. I write this as I sit in my study awaiting my time to leave. I am concerned that arriving at the lodge will allay my fears and I after this evening I can put this party behind me. I mean, what is the worst that can happen? I just have to get through and deal with talking to my parents friends, pretending I care about their wealthy investments, who is marrying who, and their prying questions into what I have been up to over the years.
The one thing I don’t understand is this robe. I knew my parent’s friends were particular, but this is kind of strange that it is required for the party. I have been in the study and have been wracking my brain for hours trying to remember more about the parties when I was a child, but clear memories have been eluding me.
I’ll try to get home at a reasonable hour tonight and write about how insufferable everything was, though I doubt you will want to read it.