Francesca was probably even more behind in the people skills than even Carmy was at this point. She was behind most people when it came to actual timelines, so her mannerisms were dated, and beyond that she got overwhelmed at these types of events despite having grown up in similar parties (similar enough, the constant sex was also something new to adjust to—- though exciting in some ways). Still it was a little obvious why they may be this far out of the party even in whatever Carmy was wearing—- what even is a cabana boy?

She tried to not stare too much. It was not as if she was altogether new about these functions, and his language was… colorful enough. This was the first time she heard of someone working though. That made her brows rise. Was he somehow staff?

“They have made you work?” She questioned, looking back at the house and then him. Francesca was from a time when the help and the house did not mix, but that was not to say she would be rude either. She was more curious, since it was the first she had heard of someone like them working.

“Well it is good you have a moment now. Hopefully you can enjoy it. I think it may the last of the warm weather if they are throwing an end of summer party.”

Which seemed a pity. But it also would have meant the end of the marriage season were she home.