She makes a splash

The party was both in a large living room and outside on a spacious patio that overlooked a large pool. The pool had colored lanterns floating in it.

Elsa took Ashleigh by the elbow. "There are some people who want to meet you," she said to the model, "They are so impressed by how you carry yourself and think you are the greatest model working today."

"Oh, wow," said Ashleigh with false modesty. She tossed a strand of hair over her shoulder and followed Elsa outside.

Elsa handed Ashleigh a fresh glass of wine as they walked out through the french doors to the patio. Ashleigh sipped the wine and tottered a bit on the bricks outside. She saw a group of people standing near the pool. One had an expensive camera around his neck. He looked towards Ashleigh and Elsa.

"Wow, is that the fabulous Ashleigh?!?" he said, "You are more gorgeous in person than you are in the fashion pages!"

Ashleigh beamed. She walked over to him. "Pleashure to meet you...um..."

"Timothy LeMonde," said the man. He took Ashleigh's hand and kissed her fingers. "I have to take photos of you, right now!"

"Oh, I don't she why noth," said Ashleigh, her words slurring.

Timothy and Ashleigh stood on the edge of the pool. He walked several feet away and started shooting, "Great, pose with you hand on your hip....now with your hands behind your head....now spin around to whip you hair."

Ashleigh spun around and lost her balance, causing her to fall backwards into the pool. She was in about four feet of water, so she could stand and get to the side of the pool. Elsa helped her out. With Ashleigh's dress thoroughly soaked, it had become see-through, and everyone could see through it. In her drunken state and shock at falling into the pool, Ashleigh did not even realize the state of her dress.