I head into the sitting room, find Lighting on the remote, and start experimenting with moods.
Daylight is too bright.
Cinema is too dark. Relax is dull I scroll much farther down. Reading... Disco... Hey.
We have disco lights? I press the remoteand laugh out loud as the room is suddenly filled with pulsating multicolored lights.
Now let's try Strobe. A moment later the room is flashing black and white and I gleefully start robotic dancing around the coffee table.
This is like a club! Why didn't Paul tell me we had this before? Maybe we have dry ice, too, and a mirror ball “Jesus Christ, Olivia, what are you doing!” Paul's voice pierces the flashing room.
“You put the whole f*****g apartment on Strobe Light! Tany nearly chopped her arm off!” “Oh no! Sorry.”
Guiltily I fumble f
