I walked into the Brown’s party on Victor’s arm. I wore a new green, irregular hem cocktail dress and gave Amy a smile. My poor bestie was nervous about spending time with Justin’s parents.
I didn't blame her. Their change of attitude was too sudden and new. But she looked fantastic in her new pastel blue dress, and it seemed like everything would be alright.
“Hello, Amy,” Justin’s mother said as we walked in her door. “It’s a pleasure to have you and Daisy and Victor in our home.”
I elbowed Amy to get her to speak. “Thank you for inviting us, Mrs. Brown. You have a lovely home.”
“Hey, Mom,” Justin said.
Mrs. Brown clicked her tongue. “Justin, your father wants to speak to you. Show your friends around first and then find him and his study.”
“Yeah, okay,” Justin agreed. “Come on, guy
