CHAPTER TWO
At the Seawell Ballroom

Letting out a breath, Jill waited for security to notice her. When the man turned, she smiled. It was her brother Steve?s best friend David.

?God damn, you look good,? David said. ?You should see the prunes inside.?

She smiled then looked at the crowded room. She had never been in a room where she knew no one. As she watched, her sister?s best friend floated by with a tray of hors d? oeuvres. Well, almost no one.

?Go find Candy,? David said. ?She?s waiting for you behind the main bar.?

Crossing the room, Jill felt every eye ball evaluate her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw men stare while women shifted away. She smiled. I sure brought them to attention. A hand brushed her arm and another friend walked by with a tray of hors d? oeuvres.

Catching a glimpse of Candy, Jill stepped to the bar. With the bar pressed against her ribs, she recited in her head her purpose for tonight:

?Show him what he?s missing; Just show him what he?s missing; That?s all, just show him what he?s missing?.

Jill was seconds into her mantra trance when she felt the warmth of a man standing next to her. His eyes focused on her face.

?Hi,? he said.

Jill looked over at him then back to the bar. She had practiced this for weeks. Sophisticated women are unfriendly. Don?t smile. Don?t be nice. Don?t be your effervescent self.

?I thought I knew everyone on the guest list,? he said. ?But I do not remember an invitation to the most beautiful woman I?ve ever seen in my entire life.?

Jill couldn?t help herself. She started laughing.

Wrinkling her nose, she asked, ?Is that a pick up line??

?Pretty pathetic, eh? I?m Jacob,? he said.

?Jill.? She held her hand out and he shook it.

?Jill as in baby mommy Jill?? Jacob asked.

?I?m not sure what you?re asking,? Jill said.

?My sister is marrying this guy, Trevor? He has a baby with a woman named Jill. Some one night stand thing. He says she?s a total bitch?..?

Candy flew across the back of the bar to Jill. ?Sir, can I get you something to drink??

?I?ll have whatever she?s drinking,? Jacob said pointing to Jill.

?She?s not drinking. Bitch whores tend not to drink at social functions.? Candy?s voice was saccharin sweet but her smile shot daggers.

?I didn?t say that I said it,? Jacob said.

?I heard what you said??

?Candy!? Jill said through her teeth. ?I?m sorry. I?m the baby of the family and my sister is very protective of me.?

?What are you drinking?? Candy asked.

?Uh, whiskey neat. Just whatever you have,? Jacob said.

Jill turned away from Jacob and stared at the back of the bar. She felt her face flush with heat. Trevor, who begged her to have a baby, now told people that Katy was a one night stand. An accident. And she was the bitch? Oh I just don?t belong.

?Listen.? Jacob touched her arm. ?I meant what I said.?

?About me being a total bitch? Or the one night stand thing?? Jill imitated Candy?s sweet tone. She hadn’t thought Trevor could hurt her more. Between the stiletto heels and the sick feeling in her stomach, Jill had to clutch the bar to remain standing.

?That you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life,? Jacob said.
Jill?s head jerked to look at him. ?What??

?Here?s your drink. Now buzz off.? Candy slapped the whiskey down in front of Jacob.

?Listen?? Jacob started but Candy raised her hand in the air. Within moments, a friend wedged between Jill and Jacob. Candy put her hand on Jill?s arm to lead Jill toward the end of the bar. Jill glanced back to see Jacob stuck in place by a tray of hors d? oeuvres and a hostile server.

?You look great,? Candy whispered. ?The boots are genius.?

?Meg?s idea.? Jill passed the rose to Candy. ?I don?t belong here, sis. I should go home. Did you hear what he said about Katy??

?Jill, that man begged you for a child. You guys argued about it for a year. He?s just?.? Candy said. She squinted her brown eyes then released them wide. ?I knew the moment you entered.?

?How??

?Every male eye turned to watch you walk across the room,? Candy said. ?This outfit is sheer brilliance.?

?The invitation said, ?black tie?.? Jill beamed at her sister.

?Watch out, here comes the bride.? Candy raised her arm again.

?I?m sorry,? the tiny blonde rich girl said. Her straight gleaming white teeth matched her perfectly sculpted nose and eyebrows. Her blue eyes, enhanced with blue contacts, shot daggers of hate. ?This is a private party.?

?I? I was invited,? Jill said. ?I?.?

?I don?t remember you on the guest list. And I should know. This is MY engagement party.?

Just then a server bumped into the bride-to-be, spilling a full tray of red wine down the rich girl?s ivory silk dress.

?I?m so sorry,? Megan?s husband Tim said. ?I didn?t see you there. Oh my God?.?

Jill watched Tim scamper to get a towel. To keep from laughing, Jill coughed into her hand. The rich girl screamed at Tim then at Candy. When her father came over, she screamed at him only to collapse sobbing into her mother?s arms. Her mother led the tiny woman away to change.

?This is the most fun I?ve had at a family gathering in at least a decade,? Jacob said.

?I assume that was a friend of yours.?

?Brother-in-law,? Jill said.

?She had it coming,? Jacob said. ?She knows exactly who you are.?

Jill shrugged. When she turned to look at the party, she saw a variety of male eyes looking in her direction.

?Would you like to dance?? Jacob asked. He nodded toward the dance floor where couples danced a perfect waltz.

?I don?t know how,? she replied.

?Just follow me,? Jacob said. He set his glass down on the bar. ?I?m this close to you. I?m not going to let you go.?

He put his hand on her arm and was confronted with another server holding a tray of drinks.

?It?s all right, Christy,? Jill said. ?He just wants to dance.?

Christy scowled at Jacob then looked him up and down. ?Be nice.?

?Yes ma?am,? Jacob laughed.

Holding her hand, he led her to the dance floor. He situated her hands then whispered instructions into her ear. After a few missteps, she fell into the simple rhythm of the dance and the closeness of this man. For the first time in a long time, she felt, well not exactly happy, but a tiny bit of delight.

?You are a wonderful dancer,? Jacob said.

?Not really,? Jill replied. ?I just know how to follow what you?re doing.?

Jacob laughed. ?That?s most of the work.?

?It?s not hard to follow,? Jill said.

?Do you dance?? Jacob asked.

?I like to dance? oh you mean for a living? You think I?m a stripper?!??

Jacob laughed.

?Why is that funny?? Jill asked. Dropping her arms, she stopped moving. ?I?d like to sit down now.?

?Please don?t. I laughed because I suck at this small talk crap, particularly with a beautiful woman. I rehearse what I?m going to say, you know, in my head? But it sounds awful when it comes out.?

?Oh. I do that sometimes if I?m nervous. Are you nervous??

?Yes, I?m nervous.?

?Why??

?Well, if I blow this, someone might just kill me,? Jacob laughed.

They danced in silence for a while. Listening to the music, Jill enjoyed the liquid pleasure of movement in the arms of this man. She?d only been this close to Trevor. She sighed a little as her body warmed in response to him. God, he even smells good.

?Is your wife here?? Jill asked.

?I don?t have a wife,? Jacob said.

?How come?? Jill asked.

?It?s a shocking. I know. I am smooth with the ladies,? Jacob laughed.

She pulled back to see if he was serious. He winked at her and she returned to looking over his shoulder.

?Actually, I fell in love with a woman then found out she was married.?

?Oh, did that stop you??

?Yes, it stopped me,? he said.

?Why? I thought that?s how you people did things.?

?You people??

?Rich people,? Jill replied.

Jacob laughed. He?s funny too. Jill sighed, melting a little closer to his warmth, his strength. She nodded at the guitar player in the band when he winked at her.

?Is she here?? Jill asked.

?Who??

?The girl you feel in love with.?

?Yes, she?s here,? Jacob said.

?Where??

Jacob pulled back a bit to look at Jill. His eye?s puzzled for a moment. Seeing her sincerity, he made a vague movement in the direction of a crowded corner of the room.

Jill waited until they were in full view of that side of the room then gave him a soft, lingering kiss.

Pulling back, she whispered, ?So she knows what she?s missing.?

Jacob blinked, his eyebrows moving as if he was trying to work it out, then he laughed.

?What would it take for you to kiss me again??

?You mean kiss you for real?? Jill?s voice held her surprise. ?You don?t even know me.?

?Actually,? Jacob said. ?You wait tables at Pete?s. I play midnight hockey and our team goes to Pete?s after the game. I?ve been there every Sunday morning? gosh, for years.?

Jill wasn?t sure how to respond. She had no memory of this man. Sunday mornings were always crazy. The bars close at two and Pete?s Kitchen filled to the brim with drunken happy people. She slung coffee, pancakes and eggs until four in the morning every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. She made great money and right now money took precedence over everything, especially handsome men.

Looking over his shoulder, she saw Trevor?s dark eyes, so like Katy?s, follow them on the floor. As she watched, the tiny blonde rich girl, dressed in another ivory silk gown, took his elbow and guided him toward a group of elderly couples.

?I work in an office during the week. Secretary. But Pete?s is an oasis for me,? she said finally. ?I?ve worked there as long as I?ve worked. I?ve got friends there. That probably doesn?t mean much to you since they?re low class friends.?

?Friends in low places?? Jacob asked.

?What does that mean??

?It?s a country song.?

?I don?t listen to country,? she replied.

As they twirled around the room, Jill watched the people. That woman is wearing shoes that cost more than a month of Katy?s day care. She nodded slightly. Trevor was right to choose this life over scraping by every month.

?May I cut in?? Trevor said to Jacob. Jill bristled at the sound of his voice.

?It?s up to the lady.? Jacob pulled back from Jill. His eyes searched Jill?s terrified face. ?Yeah, I don?t think so.?

Jacob took Jill?s hand and walked her off the dance floor. Picking up two glasses of champagne from another server, he led her to an empty table. He helped her into her seat then sat down beside her. She took a sip of champagne.

?Will you kiss me again?? Jacob asked

Jill blushed.

?I thought you?d be so overwhelmed with gratitude that you couldn?t help but kiss me again,? he laughed then took a sip of champagne.

?Why are you uncomfortable around women?? Jill asked.

?I?m not around them much,? Jacob said. ?My sister lives in California and our mother died when I was in high school. I work in construction so I?m around men all day long.?

?You mean you own a construction company??

?I?m a carpenter by trade, like my father was,? Jacob said. ?But yes, I help my father manage his construction company.?

?What about these sisters?? Jill gestured to the group of beautiful girls sitting with the rich girl?s mother.

Jacob shrugged. ?A couple of them were a package deal with my father?s new wife. The others are barely out of diapers. We?re not close. I assume that?s your brother.? He nodded toward the security guard that was making his way toward the table.

?Steve,? Jill said.

?How would you like to get out of here?? Jacob asked. ?I don?t mean to be forward but you seem uncomfortable and I am uncomfortable. I?d like to get to know you better.?

?Um??

?You have something planned?? Jacob asked.

She nodded.

?I don?t want to miss that.?

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Denver Cereal is a Serial Fiction based in Denver, Colorado.

A new chapter is published every week.
Monday through Saturday, a piece of the serial is posted at Denver Cereal.
The entire chapter is posted on Saturdays at On A Limb with Claudia and Stories by Claudia.

claudia hall christian is a novelist who lives in Denver, Colorado.

This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

I’ve decided to get back to work on a serial fiction located in Denver. The serial starts with a story that I’ve already published as a short story. I’ve re-edited the short story to fit the serial format. The short story was originally created as a “song = fiction” exercise and is loosely based around Garth Brook’s “Friend’s in Low Places.”

I will publish a piece of the serial every day (from this point forward) on my stories blog starting next Monday. You can find a weekly compilation here on this blog on Saturdays.

As always, let me know what you think!

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CHAPTER ONE

In Chapter One, we meet Jill as she gets ready to attend her soul mate, ex-husband’s engagement party.

?You cannot be serious,? Megan said to Jill.

Jill?s hazel eyes shifted to catch Megan?s reflection in the full length mirror. Jill nodded then smiled at Megan?s sour face. Jill zipped the back of her tight black leather skirt and tugged at the starched white shirt. Reaching behind her, Jill took a white vest from Megan.

?Turn around,? Megan said.

Jill turned so that Megan could helped her button the vest.

?It?s tight but?.? Megan buttoned the top button in the white shirt.

Jill turned back to the mirror to evaluate. At twenty five years old, post one baby, she was still round and flat in all the right places. Leaning around the Colorado Rockies sticker on the mirror, she checked for mascara smudges.

?You are not going,? Megan said.

?I?m going,? Jill replied.

Jill wandered into her bedroom looking for the matching black pump to the four inch heel she held in her hand. Her head was under the bed when Megan said:

?He only invited you as a courtesy.?

Jill grabbed the pump from under the middle of the bed.

?I have an invitation. I?m going,? Jill said. ?I want Trevor Mc Guinsey to see what he?s missing.?

?He?s not going to see any farther than his fianc??s father?s wallet.?

Before Jill could put the shoes on her feet, Megan snatched them from her hand.

Jill looked Megan in the eye, ?You are not helping, sis.?

?I don?t have any intention of helping my little sister make a complete fool out of herself.?

Turning the shoes back and forth, Megan shook her head at the worn, dry, Salvation Army found shoes. She peered at the point of the heel. At least the plastic wasn?t showing yet.

?Pllleeezzzzeee,? Jill begged.

Megan dropped the shoes in resignation. Why fight it? She could never resist Jill.

?Wear your boots,? Megan said. ?If you want my help, don?t just bring the boots. Wear them.?

Jill?s eyes grew wide. She trotted into her bedroom closet and pulled out the boots, those beautiful boots. Holding the boots against her chest, Jill drew in the smell of the butter soft black leather of the thigh-high boots with a five-inch stiletto heel. They smelled like love, luck and happiness.

Trevor bought these boots at the Mile High Flea Market. They were three hundred dollars cash, more money than they had seen in six months, and so worth it. They had a good time in these boots. Trevor used to tell people that Katy was conceived with these boots. They were lucky boots. She used to tease him that they were his ?get lucky? boots.

Of course, she was wearing these boots, languishing in post coital bliss, when he told her. Pressing the divorce papers across the crumpled covers, he asked her to sign. He had met a rich girl. She was going to pay for law school at Denver University. He was doing it for Katy. Certainly Jill would understand.

But Jill never understood.

Oh, she signed the papers then scrubbed the remnants of him from her body, her apartment, and her life. When he returned, his things were waiting for him in the hall and the locks had changed. With Jill sobbing on the other side, he screamed, ?I don?t love the rich girl? and pounded on the cheap hollow core apartment door for an hour. Trevor only left because the apartment manager said he would call the police.

“Now, how’s that gonna look to the rich girl, Trevor?” The apartment manager sneered.

Tonight, Trevor was officially engaged to the rich girl at a black tie affair.

Returning to the mirror, Jill saw that Megan was right. The boots looked great.

?Let me get the tie.? Megan tied a black bow tie around Jill?s neck. ?You have the jacket with tails??

?Mikey?s bringing it when he picks me up in the limo,? Jill said.

?Do you want me to come?? Megan asked.

?I can do this, Meg,? Jill said. ?Steve?s working security. If I need to get out fast, he?ll be there.?

?Mike and Steve are both in on this? What about Candy??

?She?s working the bar. I?m sorry, sis. They didn?t tell you because they thought you would be mad.?

Megan shook her head. Of course their brothers and sister were in on this. No one but Megan saw that Jill was making a fool out of herself. But Jill always made a fool of herself over Trevor.

?He?s my soul mate,? Jill pleaded when she needed Megan?s signature on their marriage license. Sixteen years old and in love. Now twenty-five years old and heart crushed.

The apartment door opened to their brother Mike. Megan smiled at the worry on his face. At least she wasn?t the only one who was worried. Mike?s face shifted to a smile for Jill.

?Here you go, Jilly,? Mike said. ?I brought three.?

One at a time, Jill tried on the black tux jackets with peak lapels and tails. She selected the one Mike thought made her look the sexiest. Jill nodded at herself in the mirror. I can do this.

She clutched Megan in a hug. With tears in her eyes, Megan released Jill.

?Love you, sis,? Megan said then closed the apartment door.

Mike escorted Jill through the crowd of neighbors. Everyone wanted to cheer Jill on today. One last, ?Make us proud,? and Mike closed the door to the front seat of the limo. Slipping behind the heel, Mike told her that Steve, their middle brother, said that the guests had all arrived.

Jill would be the last one to show.

With a nod of her head, Mike started the limo. They turned down Thirteenth Avenue to make their way through the slow Friday afternoon traffic. Never one much for conversation, Mike was relieved when Jill turned on the radio. Stoplight to stoplight, they drove in silence to the Seawell ballroom, Denver?s Grand Ballroom, the place where Jill’s soul mate was announcing his step up in life.

When Mike turned onto Speer Boulevard, Jill closed her eyes to review. Her best friend Sandy squeezed her in between paying clients. Talking non-stop about ?That Prick Trevor,? Sandy colored, curled and primped Jill?s hair until her hair fell in beautiful honey blonde waves.

She spent an hour at the MAC counter in the Cherry Creek Mall where Heather worked. Heather tried this mascara and that shadow. Careful not to mess her hair, Jill washed her face at least three times before Heather was satisfied with her makeup. Leaving the shop, Heather pressed into Jill?s hand a bottle with the last drops of Heather?s favorite French perfume.

?Don?t cry. Don?t cry. Don?t cry,? Heather said. ?You?ll ruin your make up.?

Jill borrowed the vest and tie from Jack, her next door neighbor. The vest was part of Jack?s uniform as a valet at the Brown Palace. She touched the vest as if to insure it wouldn?t get stained. She promised Jack.

Tanisha arrived at the apartment just before Megan. She assured Jill that the Italian bra and matching panties were on sale. When Jill went to put them on, she saw the tags. A hundred dollars! A piece! On sale!

Knowing she had been caught, Tanisha shrugged, ?Once in your life, you deserve something beautiful. Especially today.?

Megan came in when they were hugging and it was back to the business of getting dressed. Her stockings were sheer, black and beautiful. Jill was certain she had never worn such beautiful undergarments.

I wonder what Trev?s gonna?. She bit her lip to keep from finishing the thought. She wasn?t out of the habit of thinking of Trevor as her love, her life. Maybe tonight would do the trick.

Jill jerked to the present when Mike touched her leg.

?You better get in the back, sis,? Mike said. He pulled the limo to the curb at Colfax Boulevard.

Jill went to the back of the limo where she found a single long stem white rose with a red ribbon around it. She caught her brother?s eye in the rear view mirror.

?I thought you could strangle him with the ribbon.?

?Thanks Mikey.?

At least people loved her. All of her low life friends – that?s what Trevor called them now, her low life friends – pulled this off. They waited the tables at the event, tended bar, played in the band, provided security and helped her get ready. They all wanted to show Trevor that he may be moving to an ivory tower, but it?s friends that make a life.

?Ready?? Mike said. He extended a hand to help her out of the back of the limo.

Jill nodded then kissed his cheek.

?Love you, sis,? Mike said. ?I?ll be here ?til it?s over.?

?Oh Mikey, what about work??

?The boss said that you can have the limo and me all night. He thinks Trevor is a world class jerk.?

?Don?t kiss him again,? their brother Steve said taking her arm. ?Remember, high class women don?t fraternize with the help.?

Jill took Steve?s arm. ?Please thank Leslie for taking care of Katy tonight.?

?We love her,? Steve said. ?It?s easy. Now go in there and make us proud.?

Clutching her long stemmed rose, Jill took the escalator up toward the ball room. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse thumped in her ears. If she wasn’t riding an escalators, she would certainly have run back to the limo. I can do this. She reminded herself when she reached the top.

Letting out a breath, Jill waited for security to notice her.

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Denver Cereal is a Serial Fiction based in Denver, Colorado. A new chapter is published every week. Monday through Saturday, a piece of the serial is posted at Stories by Claudia. The entire chapter is posted on Saturdays at On A Limb with Claudia. A pdf link to the entire chapter is also available on Saturdays at this blog.

claudia hall christian is a novelist who lives in Denver, Colorado.

This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.