The Blue Line has been entirely booked out for the night, and the building knows it—Raiders flags flanking the entrance, red and white lights strobing through the windows, the bass audible from half a block away.
Mia arrives with Ellie, who has been vibrating with barely contained energy since the parade ended and has already texted Lucas twice during the cab ride.
Lisa is waiting at the door, which explains why she'd missed the afternoon parade.
She's in a silver sequined halter dress that makes the most of everything she usually keeps professionally covered, and she looks extraordinary.
"I knew you'd come," Lisa says, pulling Mia into a brief hug, then turning to Ellie. "You look incredible."
"So do you! Both of you! Mamma mia, what is this place," Ellie says, peering past the entra
