Painting a disgustingly cheerful smile on her face, she chirped, "Oh, I'm sorry; I haven't introduced myself yet! I am Mrs. Lockhart. I was simply wondering what other ladies were going to come as well. I have my invitation right here..." Camille pretended to search her person for the invite. She then searched again, with false urgency.
Under the cover of the pretend search, Camille swiftly used the sleight of hand tricks she had learned from a friendly chap in a cafe to place a forged invitation -that she had hidden under the ridiculously large bow on the front of her dress- to a musical to herself with the name, of course, "accidentally" made illegible by constant reading in her hand. Screwing up her face into false panic, she looked up, hiccupping in distress. "Oh dear! I brought my invitation to tonight's musical by mistake! Now I c-can't go! My husband will b-be so upset!"
Crumpling her face up in dispair, Camille wrung her hands and looked with desperation at the clerk. "Do you know if I c-could I have another made?" I hope this works. This is more humiliating than having my father show me off to his pilot friends!
Under the cover of the pretend search, Camille swiftly used the sleight of hand tricks she had learned from a friendly chap in a cafe to place a forged invitation -that she had hidden under the ridiculously large bow on the front of her dress- to a musical to herself with the name, of course, "accidentally" made illegible by constant reading in her hand. Screwing up her face into false panic, she looked up, hiccupping in distress. "Oh dear! I brought my invitation to tonight's musical by mistake! Now I c-can't go! My husband will b-be so upset!"
Crumpling her face up in dispair, Camille wrung her hands and looked with desperation at the clerk. "Do you know if I c-could I have another made?" I hope this works. This is more humiliating than having my father show me off to his pilot friends!