“Joan was trying to hide she was pregnant, so she invented the farthingale.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Are you pregnant?”
“Absolutely not.” The hors d’oeuvres were offered but Abigail could not reach the tray to take one.
“You’re crinoline is far too broad Abbi. Why have you made it that big?
The waiter returned holding the tray with a pair of fire tongs. Abigail took one, then a second for just in case.
“Well why?” Prunella insisted.
“If you must know. Lord Skank told me he would dance with me but I want to keep my distance.”
In response to Rochelle Wiseoff-Field for Friday Fictioneers with thanks to Dale Rogerson for providing the photo for the prompt.