Chapter 9
The stage didn’t quite resemble high school prom, but it was a close thing. Streamers twisted together in both the school colors and Halloween’s black and orange were everywhere, and balloons and glitter littered the floor. Decorations were taped to every appreciable flat space, including several photosets made up of backdrops and spooky (or sexy, or sexy and spooky) props. A few people wandered around with professional-type cameras, the real ones, the kind with film that would eventually need to be developed, hung around their necks, taking pictures of everyone.
Everywhere were masks and disguises and costumes. On the dance floor, a pirate danced with a ninja. In a secluded corner, a mermaid flirted with a Hillary Clinton lookalike. Near the snack table—something Beau was inev
