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That evening, Alexa announced that they wouldn’t be going to dinner after all. There was a party at the museum! A soiree! A gala!
Sara had no idea what that could mean in a place like this, but followed Alexa’s instructions. Alexa was excited and it sounded like the kind of fancy event she never would have gone to in her old life. And she hardly had a choice. It probably wasn’t technically required—why would it be?—but she was afraid of leaving Alexa’s side. She didn’t know how to navigate this place at all.
Alexa led the way out into the darkness. The rain had stopped—recently, if the sparkling puddles were any indication—and the town was aglow with twinkling lights reflecting off the water. It was just on the edge of cold.
“My friends will meet us on the corner,” Alexa said as the
