Robyn
I’d never hosted a party before. In fact, I could count on one hand the number of parties I had actually attended in my life. Having been homeschooled, my social circle had always been kind of small. I’d gone to some of my dad’s university Christmas parties, and I had a vague memory of attending some obnoxious kid’s birthday party, but that was about it. I’d successfully avoided all the chaos of keggers and frat parties.
Throwing a housewarming party had been Phoenix’s idea. We’d been living in the mill factory for months, but it still wasn’t entirely finished. I had left the walls their natural brick color, but had added bright and colorful curtains to the huge multi-paned windows. The cement floor had been done over with polished slate tiles from the local quarry, and we ha
