The food at the party was the yummiest. There was a live band and dancing. I danced with Mr. Fisher a couple of times, but other gentlemen asked me to dance too. I felt like I was really living! I even got to drink a little.
Mr. Fisher has a beautiful home. I have never seen anything quite like it. It is not a mansion, but it is much bigger than most homes. It is in a well to do part of town; a part of town I have never been to. His home is the most modern on the block. It really looks like a work of art. He told me that he had it designed so that the interior of the home could blend well with the outside. I think he accomplished this well.
He asked me to dinner next week. I accepted. I am quite nervous though. He is so well to do, and I have nothing. I don't even have a proper dinner dress. I hope he won't think any less of me. I will have to ask the girls if I can borrow something again. Someday I will have a closet full of stuff to wear.