A Dany and Pleasure

The guests were beginning to arrive... It was already beginning to resemble the typical family reunions. The engaged couple accepted the congratulations with the fixed, blissful smiles expected of overjoyed lovers. The white and red flowers that gave off a sickly smell, the cheap perfumes of the relatives in their Sunday best—everything promised to make this a successful party! Danielle was running around in her taffeta dress with the plunging back and low neckline, swinging her bell-shaped skirt that was held out by a stiff petticoat, thus revealing her legs as far as the middle of her thighs. "Be quiet! In your place, I would think it over! Before marrying such a girl, I would find out more about her. You should make inquiries into her family background... her past... she certainly has one, in spite of her age!" The poor boy was overwhelmed. His mother's voice rose gradually into a falsetto that finally reached Danielle's ears. That's where our story begins...