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Whaaaat? A continuation of Melissas' - or should I say, Missys' - adventures in Sunnyville? Why yes, of course! And only half a year after the last part? It's not like I forgot or anything <.< Anyways...

and came together under the humble commission of *cough* that's me *cough* to bring you this wonderful duo of picture and story, and also making Melissas scene into a part of a bigger picture... a much bigger picture! Because Sunnyville isn't the only perfect 50s town out there. No, there are more like it... but you will just have to wait and see!

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Once her glasses were on, there was nothing stopping Melissa, who answered to the name “Missy” now. Just Missy-- she didn’t use a last name. This was because she was in such a gosh-darn odd predicament. You see, Missy didn’t know what her last name was. Her husband was away on a business trip; and, in fact, she had not yet actually met her husband, the director of the film. The pulsing of her necklace at the thought of the word “husband", however, assured her that she loved him dearly and needed him even more. She had spent the past week preparing this garden party, as a way to get to know the other ladies in the neighborhood. But she also, somehow, knew that her husband would be watching, and judging her accordingly from afar. She absolutely needed to impress him, to get the role of her dreams.

Just like Betty Draper…

At the party, the other housewives were sooo happy to see Missy. Miley and Anna curtsied when they met her, and Missy found herself hurrying to return the gesture, not once but twice. The women quickly began to talk, which they found so enjoyable that they began to grow hysterical, which quickly led to an outbreak of giggling which did not cease for minutes. And they had only, thusfar, been discussing men.

As more ladies arrived, the three new friends settled into the role of hostess-and-helpers quite nicely. They seated all the ladies and served tea. Sitting together, they had to work hard to smooth out their voluminous skirts in order to sit down with reasonable comfort. They grinned primly at each other, clearly pleased with the difficulty. The other women looked on in envy, smoothing out their skirts in order to make them as dainty and neat.

Only Missy herself remained standing, shown off to one and all. In her squeaky voice she announced, “I’m so glad you could all make it here! To announce my engagement and marriage to… *giggle*… well, Mr. Perfect! The director! My new boss!” The crowd applauded and beamed at her. “So thank you! Thank you for welcoming me! I’d never been to a garden party before… but I guess I’ll be throwing a lot of these now!!!”

Description
Whaaaat? A continuation of Melissas' - or should I say, Missys' - adventures in Sunnyville? Why yes, of course! And only half a year after the last part? It's not like I forgot or anything <.< Anyways...

and came together under the humble commission of *cough* that's me *cough* to bring you this wonderful duo of picture and story, and also making Melissas scene into a part of a bigger picture... a much bigger picture! Because Sunnyville isn't the only perfect 50s town out there. No, there are more like it... but you will just have to wait and see!

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Once her glasses were on, there was nothing stopping Melissa, who answered to the name “Missy” now. Just Missy-- she didn’t use a last name. This was because she was in such a gosh-darn odd predicament. You see, Missy didn’t know what her last name was. Her husband was away on a business trip; and, in fact, she had not yet actually met her husband, the director of the film. The pulsing of her necklace at the thought of the word “husband", however, assured her that she loved him dearly and needed him even more. She had spent the past week preparing this garden party, as a way to get to know the other ladies in the neighborhood. But she also, somehow, knew that her husband would be watching, and judging her accordingly from afar. She absolutely needed to impress him, to get the role of her dreams.

Just like Betty Draper…

At the party, the other housewives were sooo happy to see Missy. Miley and Anna curtsied when they met her, and Missy found herself hurrying to return the gesture, not once but twice. The women quickly began to talk, which they found so enjoyable that they began to grow hysterical, which quickly led to an outbreak of giggling which did not cease for minutes. And they had only, thusfar, been discussing men.

As more ladies arrived, the three new friends settled into the role of hostess-and-helpers quite nicely. They seated all the ladies and served tea. Sitting together, they had to work hard to smooth out their voluminous skirts in order to sit down with reasonable comfort. They grinned primly at each other, clearly pleased with the difficulty. The other women looked on in envy, smoothing out their skirts in order to make them as dainty and neat.

Only Missy herself remained standing, shown off to one and all. In her squeaky voice she announced, “I’m so glad you could all make it here! To announce my engagement and marriage to… *giggle*… well, Mr. Perfect! The director! My new boss!” The crowd applauded and beamed at her. “So thank you! Thank you for welcoming me! I’d never been to a garden party before… but I guess I’ll be throwing a lot of these now!!!”