I’d even put on some makeup, sneaking into my mom’s cosmetics to try and cover some of my acne. The night of the party I was one of a dozen kids who showed up to their spacious house in one of the nicest neighborhoods in town, right down by the lakefront. xxx desi Emma are you in here?”
“Y-yeah” I stammered, flicking the light off and stumbling towards the door “Sorry I got lost, I was just…just looking around”. I felt a flash of embarrassment at how quickly that name had come to mind. I came to an intersection, with what looked like an opening out onto the patio, or maybe some kind of sun room, at the far end, and turned instead, walking down a hallway between the kitchen and some sort of room next to the dining room where the dishes were stored.
