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The house was not a house. It was a showcase. A statement. It resembled one of the nearby resorts nestled into the foothills.
Every room was lit up to show how many rooms there were. Winnie could only imagine what the electric bill would be for tonight.
She assumed the music came from some pre-recorded selection, boomed out through multiple speakers.
But she could see a seven-piece band up on a platform, with the lead guitarist shouting into a microphone.
The drummer had no mercy. Winnie tried to pretend she was underwater and couldn’t hear him.
Scores of servers circulated among what looked like a thousand guests, and those were just the ones standing outside near the tall, thin portable heaters. There were white party lights strung from a grid of thin wires above them, making str
