The party had moved to the pool area. The water glowed turquoise in the night, reflecting the city lights.
Louise stood near a cabana, chatting with Tiffany, who was now her best friend thanks to the bribery of calfskin leather.
Out of the corner of her eye, Louise saw movement.
Natalie had stormed off toward the secluded side of the pool deck, crying. David was chasing after her, looking harried.
Curiosity, and a tactical need for intel, drove Louise to follow. She slipped into the shadows of the landscaping, moving silently in her heels until she was within earshot of the couple arguing near the pump house.
"It’s not fair!" Natalie was sobbing, her mascara running down her face. "She stole my thunder! Everyone is looking at her! Everyone is talking about her bag! It’s my party, Davi
