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As we walk into the ballroom of the venue, it is like the whole atmosphere has changed. I feel the change and I start to cling to Demitri’s side. “What is going on?”
We look around the room and realize that the whole place is still and staring in one direction. The direction isn’t at us, though. It is at the entrance to the venue. Standing tall and proud in a dress that barely covers anything at all is Anya. She is smirking as she slowly makes her way through the parted crowd and walks straight over to Demitri and Me. “Well… Thank you so much for the invitation to this… I wouldn’t really call this a party, but to each their own.” She places a
