Seashore

There was a big party being hosted at Jicoldin Manor. The views from each balcony faced the ocean. Mrs.Jicoldin always adored having people over to admire her house. The party was a maskeraid ball. There was classical music, gowns, tuxedos, wine, dancing, and the smell of fresh paint. Mr. Jicoldin had the walls painted the day before the party. His wife begged and pleaded for it to be tonight. She always gets her way with him.