Abby
The mention of a ‘special guest’ from Karl catches me off guard, and I can’t help but shoot him a perplexed look. “A special guest?” I echo, a hint of disbelief lacing my voice. “Who is it?”
Karl chuckles softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Abby, it’s you. You’re the special guest.”
My brow furrows all on its own, and I decide that this conversation should take place in private. I grab Karl’s arm gently and guide him into a separate room, away from the prying ears of the staff.
Once we’re alone, I press him for answers in a hushed tone of voice. “Karl, what are you talking about? A special guest? Why would I be a special guest?”
Karl leans against a nearby table, his expression softening. “I just wanted to throw the Christmas party a bit early this year, this weekend to b
