ASTRID
Taking a fortifying breath, I step out of my car, keeping my gaze locked on the mountaintop building with throngs of people milling about and chatting excitedly.
I can’t even muster a smile, and these people here are acting like the sun is out after months of heavy rainfall.
A valet approaches. Without a word, I hand him my car key but do not attempt to remove my hand from the door. I need to mentally prepare myself for a party that doesn’t quite spark my enthusiasm. Mom has been texting me all day, and Dad sent me a dress - his way of telling me I have no excuse not to attend a party he’s organized for a man I’ve never met.
The parking area is brimming with luxury automobiles. I turn to the valet. He motions for me to move away from the car.
“I need to move it so other vehic
