The evening of December 31st arrived with a frantic, glittery energy. Sarah’s house had been transformed into a sparkling time capsule. Strings of gold and silver tinsel draped over every surface, and the "Year That Changed Everything" banner hung crookedly over the fireplace. The air was a mix of expensive champagne, Sarah’s famous crab puffs, and the nervous static of a new year beginning. Elara stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting her costume. She had gone with her "Resignation" look: a vintage, slightly frayed cocktail dress, a messy updo, and a prop suitcase she’d fashioned out of a shoebox. "You look like you've been waiting for a bus since 1994," Rowan said, stepping up behind her. He had stuck to the "Hope" theme, wearing a crisp white shirt under his new charcoal

