Abbie and Jake head inside

As they entered the main hallway at the front of the club, they saw a sign just inside the door that read: Congratulations, Phil & Staci! along with the date, and a smaller paragraph below instructing guests to head toward the Kellerman Ballroom.

"We should pretend our name is Kellerman. See what kind of perks there would be." Jake snickered. He was having a tough time taking this place seriously.

"Oh yes, oh yes," said Abbie, putting on a snooty accent. "This is my tennis partner, Damian Kellerman. And I'm his tennis partner, Darlene Kellerman. We're not sure if we're related."

Jake laughed. "I bet people would buy it."

They wandered through the building a bit, and heard noise coming from a hallway to the left. They followed the noise, and then found a large embossed sign on the wall reading Kellerman Ballroom.

"Welcome home, darling," said Jake, trying to imitate Abbie's fake voice.

"No, it's here, Jake -- I mean, Damian," Abbie said, lifting her noise and changing her voice.

"Like this?" said Jake, trying again.

"Better, better. Keep the nose up."

Just then two women popped out of the doorway to the Kellerman Ballroom. They were both in their mid-twenties, very cute and energetic, one blonde and one brunette. The brunette smiled and spoke to Jake and Abbie.

"Hi! Are you here for Phil and Staci's party?" She was pleasant, bubbly, and had great charm for a hostess.

Jake nodded. "Yes -- I'm Jake Lewis, this is Abbie Andrews."

The blonde checked a list she had on a clipboard. "Gotcha, Jake Lewis plus one. It's great to meet you! I'm Phoebe." Phoebe was tall, blonde, and wore glasses. She carried herself with a bit of glamour and poise -- part of which was purely due to the fact that she also had a Scottish accent. She wore a sleeveless blue silk blouse, a blue and white striped skirt that ran to her mid-calf, and flat shoes (though even with flats, she still stood about 5'9").

"And I'm Megan," said the brunette. "I'm Phil's sister. Phoebe is my partner." Megan had brown eyes, brown hair, and was very tan, and also carried herself with a degree of elegance. She wore a white dress that had red and black trim and patterned stitching and a delicate bracelet on her left hand with a ladybug on one side. Her high-heeled shoes were red, though even with heels, she stood several inches shorter than Phoebe.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Abbie." Abbie held out a hand to greet them both. "You two run a party planning business?"

"Ha! No," said Megan. "But you're the third person to ask that. Maybe I should stop introducing us this way."

"Megan is my loverrrr," said Phoebe, her Scottish accent enhancing the 'r'. "That kind of partner."

Megan swatted Phoebe with her hand. "Stop." She turned back to Jake and Abbie. "The champagne is delicious, can't you tell?" She looked back at Phoebe. "I should just call you my 'wife' and skip all this."

"Maybe you'll catch the bouquet, and then you can be the next wedding!" suggested Abbie. "How fun would that be?"

Phoebe shrugged. "One of these days I'll make an honest woman out of her. But until then ... we're just 'partners.'" She winked at Abbie. "Means I get to mess around and not get in trouble, am I right?"

Megan glared at Phoebe. "Don't you dare. Not without my permission!"

Jake had been staring at the women in a bit of stunned silence. "Wow, what kind of party is this?"

"Guess you'll have to come in to find out!" said Megan. "Let me show you inside, now that we've kind of made complete fools of ourselves out here!" She took Jake's arm in hers, and led him through the doors. Phoebe did the same with Abbie, and the four of them made their way into the main ballroom.