The Dinner Party
On a cold fall night in West Yorkshire, England, you and your friend stroll along to a dinner party you were previously invited to.
"Whoah, this place is huge," you explain.
"Yeah," says your friend," Who even has this kind of money?"
"Well, Mr. Arrington has always been quiet about his personal life," you said.
" Yeah, but then why would he have a dinner party in the first place?" Asked your friend.
" I do not know. That is pretty weird. I guess we will soon find out." You assumed.
You and your friend saunter up the rustic marble stairs to the enormous wooden doors. You knock three times and a maid answers the door. Your friend automatically walks in but you stay behind for a moment.
You say to yourself," I have bad feeling about this place. "
"Whoah, this place is huge," you explain.
"Yeah," says your friend," Who even has this kind of money?"
"Well, Mr. Arrington has always been quiet about his personal life," you said.
" Yeah, but then why would he have a dinner party in the first place?" Asked your friend.
" I do not know. That is pretty weird. I guess we will soon find out." You assumed.
You and your friend saunter up the rustic marble stairs to the enormous wooden doors. You knock three times and a maid answers the door. Your friend automatically walks in but you stay behind for a moment.
You say to yourself," I have bad feeling about this place. "