The Bennings had as usual, spared no expense to host their annual gathering. Only the finest delicacies at the finest restaurant in town. Invitations had been posted weeks in advance and you could see the jealous twitch in the eyes of those who were unceremoniously omitted from the most talked of event of the season.
Diamonds and designer dresses graced the occasion. Though rumor had it that the stock market crash had done some of the guests in and price tags were spoken of, furtively cloaked under lapels and collars.
Hollow words and perfunctory smiles made their rounds, with hints of envy and malice.
As the last of the guests gushed and departed, the hosts exited, giving curt nods to the beaming manager and ignoring the servers.
The glamours hall now vacant, the manager’s forced smile melted into a grin.
“Right then, let’s get the real party started!”
The entire staff cheered and spent the night chatting comfortably and stomaching the vast quantities of untouched eatables, all of which would have to be otherwise discarded.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers