JACKSON
I parked in the Crescent Moon's courtyard just in time: from what it said on the invitation, the Luna's birthday party would start at 9 PM, and it was ten to nine.
"Thank you," I said, leaving the car keys to the valet and rushing into the pack house, all the while trying to look absolutely relaxed.
I hated poorly and quickly organized things: my brother could have told me a bit earlier that he wanted me to attend! Thanks to his constant procrastination, not only had I had to drive for hours without a break, but I also had to change in the bathroom of a diner on the interstate. It had been a real feat to get my suit on without staining it against the filthy walls of that toilet.
"Welcome, sir! Your name?" the butler smiled at me; he had a pad in his hand, presumably with the
