Their job was fairly simple, they were here to make sure that people were passed through the house, dropped off their offerings to the party, and they ended up with a drink in their hands before they entered the back yard. All she really cared about was making sure that everyone made it to the back yard where her mother would take over and they were going to enjoy the rest of the party.
She introduced herself to anyone that she didn’t know and made sure that she remembered who they were and that they would remember who she was. She looked at them with a smile on her lips and continued to be the adoring, kind daughter that her parents were expecting her to be.
As people kept filing in with their casseroles, bags of chips, bought desserts, or alcohol, she kept looking out the window, wonde
