“I’m leaving around 8:00 tomorrow night,” Carmen said, standing in our bedroom while checking her makeup in the mirror.
I looked up from the wedding budget spread across my laptop. “Leaving for what?”
“The party at Blackwater Lodge. Natalia invited me weeks ago. I told you about it.”
I remembered. Natalia was an old friend of hers who had recently started spending time with a group of people I barely knew. The party was being held at a rented lakeside lodge outside the city. According to Carmen, it would be a big gathering with music, drinks, and people from several different social circles.
“What time does it end?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Whenever people decide to leave.”
“That’s not an answer.”
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