CHAPTER 73 - Apologize (2)
A liminal drive through the city later, Eppe was back right where she had been three days prior, in the lobby of Culver City’s resident Sofitel.
This time, she took a right turn for the ballroom rather than the guest suites.
A pair of attentive staff opened the door, not to light, but to darkness.
After an encouraging bump from Eric, Eppie stepped into the room.
THWUMP—!
Her entry was announced by the sound of erupting confetti cannons, followed by strobe lights that lit the entryway in living colour. Paper parchments caught in her hair, in her sling, on her eyelashes; she blinked through a blizzard of foil hearts and paper pieces shaped, unmistakably, like tiny clefs.
Somewhere, a House DJ struck up something bassy and hip-hop, moving the air so profoundly that the confetti pulsed.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” came the expectant greeting, filling her ears and reverberating through her brain, loud enough to high-five the lowest segment of her spine.
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