The blue cocktail dress (http://s5.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/A2D988E7.jpg) needed to be paired with earrings, dangling gold hoops to lengthen the neckline while rounding the jawline.  After replacing her black pumps for the heels with the daring blue soles (http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/354552723/Wholesale-women-s-fashion-sexy-high-heels-White-seheepskin-high-heel-shoes-black-and-blue.jpg), Vicki washed her face, replaced her make-up, and brushed out her shoulder length hair.  All this she did curtly, knowing soon either Fredrick or Beth would arrive.<br/><br/>She hurried, because if Fredrick came first, that would result in he and George being alone together.  The two men had little in common aside from her, though Vicki had always imagined that the two might make good friends.  Old "Freddie" however had slunk off once she and George began dating seriously, so far off that her once closest male friend wasn't even considered invited to their wedding.  This was not, of course, due to any snubbing, just that the man had slipped away from her life like so many she had once known.  Sadly, Vicki had realized that too many good people she had known didn't seem to fit in her dayplanner.<br/><br/>If Beth was the first to arrive, Vicki was sure that George would find it uncomfortable.  Given that the woman was still was much a mystery to her, Vicki wasn't sure what her husband would make of her acquaintance.  Certainly he would find her attractive, with her long, dark hair and expressive, wide eyes, and those subtle, coveted curves.<br/><br/>Or perhaps he wouldn't.  Maybe Fredrick would be more his taste these days, as far as she knew.  This had been the one topic she had not yet cared to breach in their home therapy sessions yet.  Perhaps on another night they could discuss it.  Monday night would be good as she didn't have an appointment in the later afternoon and her yoga didn't start until seven.<br/><br/>When Vicki returned to the kitchen, she lifted her brows, pressing her lipsticked lips together as she nodded.  "Fair enough," she praised before making her way down to the basement.  A white would certainly be best for the sushi if they were out of sake.  She should probably grab a sweet red for the fruit.  The best might be a compromise:  a Chinon to start and let the guests choose the next.  That would be sensible enough, she thought as she clopped down the stairs into the basement.