Pomp

Pomp

Absolutely, everyone had noticed at this point, but they were all either too spiteful or too embarrassed for themselves or her to say anything to her face directly. There stood the possibility that she, herself, actually knew of the situation about which everyone else also knew. If he were a betting man, he would say that the chance that she knew that everyone gossiped about her equaled exactly one-hundred percent. Whether or not she knew about what they all gossiped, he could not say. Nevertheless, the party went on, well enough, and as the evening came to a relaxing rhythm, he stood, shocked that still no one had brought the wardrobe mishap to her attention. Of course, he knew that the woman in question embodied a sort of loathsome creature among the other women in attendance, but he had no idea that the hatred ran so deep. Thus, he felt that he had no other option but to point out the obvious to her.

“Hello, Cardia,” he began. “Matthew,” the woman about whom much had been whispered responded with the regality of someone truly unimportant. “Sorry to bother, but there’s a situation at the lower portion of the back of your dress,” Matthew, as dignified as a young man could, stated. Surprisingly indifferent, Cardia looked down at Matthew, “Is there now?” Startled at the lax posture and response, Matthew grew flush, “Uh, yes. Would you like for me to escort you to the ladies’ room so that you can examine the situation for yourself?” Cardia chuckled, “You really are a foolish boy.” “I’m only trying to help,” Matthew whispered while his eyes scanned the room full of onlookers.

This time, Cardia scoffed in absolute disdain, “Are you now? You, poor, old, dear little Matthew, attempting so desperately to help me from a problem about which I am already fully aware.” Aware of the infamous character that has always been Cardia, Matthew stood unabashed, “So why have you not fixed your dress?” Smug, Cardia spun around on the heel of her left stiletto, “Ha! Don’t you ever get a kick out of watching these pompous fools squirm? I’m the one with half my ass breezing about through an unbuttoned button, and all of them are the ones who are uncomfortable.” Matthew stood in a genial posture while Cardia displayed all of her overwhelming confidence. “Well, I see then. Sorry to have bothered you,” Matthew stated in self-dismissal. “Oh, come on you old fart! Look at all of them, so offended by a little ass, so put out by my stupidity and carelessness, or both,” Cardia flirted as she grabbed Matthew’s hand to keep his company. “Aren’t you tired of all this?” she asked. With a long moment to think, Matthew looked at her and decided that he definitely had not, “Um, sure.” “Ugh. You sour bore. Go,” Cardia flicked with a wave of her hand, freeing Matthew of her grasp.