Pulling on a cream cashmere coat her mother had given her for her last birthday in London, she looked every bit Audrey Hepburn.
She took a few deep breaths, checking the time and putting both her purse and invitation into her bag. She had decided to drive to the dance, but Abby had promised her a taxi to return; leaving her free tonight to get merry and dance the night into drunken oblivion. Her stomach was doing a crazy Rhumba and churning with nerves by the time she pulled into the long manor road. Other cars were coming and going, lots of hustle and bustle both on the road and the huge wide car park at the doors. Ushers were signaling for cars to park and deposit guests and others were driving cars off the wide space onto a sectioned off lawn as a makeshift car park.
Fairy lights were
