Once we were let into the party, which only took a few seconds, we were shoved into an ensemble of Ethel’s coworkers. She’s a doctor, of that I’m sure. The women all had dark dresses with even darker lipstick. They had large jewels hanging from their ears and around their necks. Don’t their earlobes get tired?
“Marissa, Noah," one of the older women said. She had a high-low dress that was obviously for adults, mainly because I don’t know any teenage girl who would buy it. It looked like it was sewn with the image of an old lady wearing it. This woman seemed to fulfill the seamstresses’ dream. “Who are your dates? Introduce them to us.”
“Hello, Vivian." Marissa awkwardly glanced at Eric, who was grinning at the women, obviously enjoying the approving attention. “This is Eric.”
“Hello.” H
