Attending this fancy dress party had been her half Italian friend Mona’s idea and subsequently Helena had decided to dress as a Roman serving wench. With help from the house staff she had fabricated a convincing costume from an old bed sheet they had scrounged up for her. The white makeshift toga was held up by a gold brooch on one shoulder and drawn in around her waist by a thin gold belt; cheap raffia flip-flops adorned her feet. Helena wore her long straight immaculately groomed natural blonde hair gathered up in a high ponytail and secured by a golden hair clasp and she wore gold hoop earrings, a few bangles and several rings. Knowing it would aggravate her parents immensely and cause quite a stir amongst the more stuffy guests that would be attending tonight’s function she daringly wore only a skimpiest white thong beneath the thin makeshift toga that left little to the imagination. At eighteen and the all-important half Helena was old enough to do everything any adult could but she was still considered to be a child by the local set. It really angered her, she could join the army if she wished, vote and even get pregnant but local society which meant so much to her parents would not recognise her as an adult.