The tea lights dangling in the walnut tree brought a magical glow to the yard. Sarah looked around at her guests; mingling and chatting, drinks in hands as the food staff glided past with trays filled with canapes. The party seemed to be going well.
‘Well, hello Hostess with the Mostess.’ The voice deep and gruff.
Sarah turned to see Bradley standing beside her, close. His lips were almost touching her ear.
‘Bradley,’ she said, lightly. ‘How nice to see you.’ She kissed his cheek, then took a step back for a polite distance, or at least some breathing space.
His left eyebrow arched, ever so slightly. ‘Thanks for the invite. What’s the occasion. Birthday? Anniversa—hey didn’t you get divorced?’
Sarah and Ted divorced two years ago, that was true. But Sarah never needed a reason to throw a party. Her sanguine nature meant that she loved to be around people. They fascinated her.
‘There’s no occasion Bradley. I just love to host parties. I’ve got this expansive back yard and I love sharing it with friends and family.’
Sarah gazed around the yard. Bradley did, as well.
‘You mean to tell me that you count every one of these…’ Bradley paused while he did a rough head count. ‘…80 people as close friends? I don’t believe that’s possible. In fact, my latest research paper proves that an individual can only maintain a deep connection with up to five others.’
‘Well, I don’t wish to poke holes in your theory,’ Sarah said kindly. She smiled at him, her eyes bright. ‘So let’s just say that some are acquaintances, others are partners of friends, and a number are my very dear BFFs.’
Bradley grinned. ‘I can go along with that.’
‘Now,’ Sarah said, noticing for the first time he wasn’t holding a glass. She waved her hand in the air to catch the attention of a drinks waiter. ‘Let’s get you a drink.’