Fallen Too Far

"Breathe, Blaire. It’s just a damn ball," Jimmy said. I took a deep breath. I hadn’t realized I’d started to panic. This is why I’d wanted to keep my distance. I knew this day was coming. Would my dad be home today then?

"What time does it start?" I managed to ask without a hitch in my voice.

"Seven but they will close down the dinning at five to get us ready."

I nodded and put the rest of my donut down. I couldn’t finish it. Today would be a waiting game. I felt the phone in my pocket but I couldn’t text Rush. I didn’t want him to tell me any bad news through a text message. I’d just wait.

"Blaire, I need to see you a moment in my office," Woods’ voice broke into my thoughts. My eyes shot to Jimmy’s and his were wide with concern. Great. What had I done?

I stood up and turned to face Woods. He didn’t look angry. He smiled at me and it gave me the courage I needed to walk toward him. He held the door open for me and I stepped out into the hall.

"Relax, Blaire. You aren’t in trouble. We just need to discuss tonight."

Oh. Whew. I took a deep breath and nodded then followed him to a door at the end of the hall.

"I don’t get anything glamorous. Dad believes in making me work my way to the top. Even if I’ll inherit the club one day." Woods rolled his eyes while opening the office door and waved me inside. The room was as large as my bedroom at Rush’s. It had two large picture windows overlooking the eighteenth hole.

Woods walked over to sit on the edge of his desk instead of behind it. I appreciated his trying not to make this very formal. That would make me nervous.

"The Debutante Ball is tonight. It is an annual event around here. We make spoiled little rich bitches into adults. It’s a stupid pain in the ass that makes the club over fifty million dollars in profits with fees, donations and the like. So we can’t stop the nonsense. Not that my mother would if she could. She was a debutante once upon a time and you’d think she had been crowned queen of England to hear her talk about it."

I wasn’t feeling better about tonight. This explanation was making it worse.

"Nan is Twenty-one now. So, she’ll be a debutante. I looked over the line up and Rush will be her escort; it’s traditional for the girl’s father or older brother to escort her. The escort must also be a member of the club. I don’t know what is going on with you and Rush but I do know that Nan hates you. I don’t need drama tonight. I do however, need you. You’re one of our best. Question is, can you do this without a catfight? Because Nan will do her best to push your buttons. It will be all on you to ignore it. You may be dating a member but you’re the help. Doesn’t change that. The member is always right. The club will have to side with Nan if a fight were to break out."

What was he expecting? This wasn’t high school. We were all adults. I could ignore Nan and Rush all night if need be.

"I can do this. No problem."

Woods gave a brisk nod. "Good, because the pay is excellent and you need the experience."

"I can do it," I reassured him.

Woods stood up. "I’m trusting that you can. You can go help Jimmy with breakfast now. He is probably cursing us both."

The rest of the day flew by and I was so busy with preparations that had no time to think about Nan or my father’s return. Or Rush.  Now I was standing in the kitchen with every other server on staff. I was in a white and black server dress with my hair pulled up onto my head in a bun. I was beginning to get butterflies in my stomach.

This was the first time I’d have to face the differences between Rush and me. His world versus mine. They would collide tonight. I had prepared myself for any remarks Nan might make about me. I had even spoken with Jimmy about being a buffer and keeping me from having to go near Nan. I wanted to see Rush or even speak to him but I had a feeling that would be frowned on.

"Show time. Hors d’oeuvres and drinks people. You know your job. Let’s go." Darla was running the show tonight backstage. I picked up my tray of martinis and headed for the line-up at the door. Everyone left quickly and we all made different paths through the crowd. Mine was a semicircle clockwise. Unless I saw Nan, then I turned counterclockwise and Jimmy went clockwise. It was a good plan. I just hoped it worked.

The first couple I walked up to didn’t even acknowledge me as they chatted and took a drink from the tray. That was easy enough. I made it through several more groups. Some of the men and women I recognized from the golf course. They would always nod and smile when they noticed me but that was it.

Halfway through the room my tray was empty and I made a mental note of the stopping point. I hurried back to the kitchen for more drinks. Darla was waiting for me. She shoved a new tray of martinis at me and shooed me away.

I made it back to my spot only having to stop twice and allow someone to get a drink off the tray. Mr. Jenkins called out my name and waved. I smiled back at him. He played eighteen holes every Friday and Saturday. It amazed me that a ninety-year-old man could get around that well.  He also came in for coffee black and two poached eggs Monday through Friday mornings.

As I turned back from smiling his way my eyes locked with Rush’s. I had tried hard not to look for him although I knew he was here. It was Nan’s big night. Rush wouldn’t miss it. No reason he should. She was mean but she was his sister. It was me she detested. Not him.

His face looked pained and his small smile was forced. I smiled back at him trying really hard not to think about his weird greeting. At least he had looked my way. I hadn’t known what to expect from him.

Doctor and Mrs. Wallace both greeted me and told me they missed seeing me on the golf course. I lied and told them I missed it too. Then I headed back to the kitchen for yet another tray.