Carrie had expected pizza and Netflix.
When Gracie invited her over that Friday night, she imagined the usual routine. Their small circle curled up on the couch in pajamas, swapping stories about professors and ex-boyfriends while Damien acted out their week with the flair of a one-man drama club. A safe, silly escape from the grind of school.
Instead, the moment she stepped into Gracie's three-bedroom apartment near Miriam, Carrie froze.
The place was packed.
Music throbbed from speakers jammed into corners. The air reeked of alcohol and perfume. Laughter spilled out of every room. Half the Ateneo Blue Eagles seemed to be there, filling the living room with their long limbs and booming voices. A few Miriam girls hovered near them, tossing their hair like they were auditioning for comm
