She sat, frozen amongst the broken remnants, afraid to look up at the witnesses whose revelry her klutziness had brought to a crashing halt. With one misstep, she’d managed to crush her hopes of making a good impression – along with the furniture.
The interminable silence continued as she bit back tears, anticipating the resumptive laughter – at her expense.
“Wow! What an entrance!”
A friendly face peered at her over a glass of bubbly. “Don’t worry. I’ve hated that table for YEARS!
“Hi, I’m Julie. Welcome to my party.” A helping hand reached down, accompanied by a warm and promising smile.