I was dreaming about Eddie. The dream was more like a memory than a dream. It was a memory, but it was a memory with a faint haze. I, my fiancé, and all our mutual friends and acquaintances had been invited to an evening at Mr. Barton's house. In the invitation, Kane, and he was the one who had initiated the event and often hosted, had indicated that there would be games, dancing, drinks, and hors d'oeuvres. An enjoyable time. It was the kind of reception many people aspired to attend. And invitations were almost impossible to get, unless the host personally wanted to see you among the invitees.
I told my parents I'd be there with Eddie. They weren't exactly welcoming, but I could get away for a few hours. Especially since they knew I'd be there with a couple.
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