<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://images.partycity.com/images/products/en_us/pc/detail/P144481_dt.jpg)</td><td>Annabelle waited outside the door for what felt like an eternity.  Her insecurities and fears were getting the best of her even though she held the formal invitation from Miss Marguerite in her hand.  She was allowed to be here and she had hoped that there would be others who she knew and actually liked her.  But, still, she wondered why anybody would invite her...<br/><br/>She wasn't the most outgoing girl in the community and her tastes were rather 'vanilla' to say the least.  She was kind of a goofball and she was certain that her personality grated on other people's nerves.  Despite the fears and the doubts that her mind created, Annabelle felt like she had to show up to the party.  She knew that people wanted to see her and she actually did feel like she rather belonged in this eccentric community.  She didn't know if she would ever achieve the stature of others around her, but as long as she could bring a smile to their faces, then she would happy with her role here.<br/><br/>Annabelle felt rather silly in her costume, but it was Thanksgiving and it needed a pilgrim.  Plus, the delicious irony of showing up as a Puritan to Miss Marguerite's &amp; Reign's party seemed to delicious to pass up.  Fiddling with her apron one last time, Annabelle took one last deep breath and walked into the party.  A smile came over her face as she recognized the people here already and that she was not alone.  With her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, she gently waved to all in attendance.<br/><br/>"Happy Thanksgiving everybody!"<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>