The music is loud, pounding. It feels like the lead singer is personally screaming into my ear. There is a large pool in the middle of the large backyard and a dance floor, both of which are swarmed with people. I begin to walk down the stairs, idly looking around for Mirabel. I stop a caterer carrying a tray of the mini cheeseburgers and take a couple. He smiles at me before continuing on.
I take a bite just as I hear someone yell my name. I jump and turn to see Mirabel dancing towards me in a sparkly silver top. “Hey,” I call out over the music. She finally reaches me and takes a cheeseburger. “Hey!” This one isn’t as friendly. She grins. “What are friends for if not for stealing your food?” |
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