CHAPTER 103: La Hora Loca ~~Julie~~

I have to say this: Luke’s family knows how to party. It’s like everyone’s high and energetic. Even the children aren’t left out. It’s one thing to practice a dance, and it’s another to actually use those moves. I’m stumbling, but I don’t care. Because I’m happy. I’m happier than

I’ve ever been.

I can’t keep track of the number of people I’ve danced with.

I’ve lost Luke for the hundredth time tonight. The last time I saw him, he was being dragged into a conga line by his mother, who seemed to have the stamina of a teenager. Somewhere between the flashing lights and the sea of bodies spinning and stomping, he’d disappeared again.

I stumble slightly in my heels, though at this point they feel more like medieval torture devices. My silver dress-once sleek and elegant-is now sticking to me like a second skin, the fabric damp with sweat from almost an hour of dancing. I brush confetti out of my hair. It’s everywhere-on my shoulders, even stuck to the perspiration on my arms.

A group of children dash past me, their laughter as wild as the party itself. One of them hands me a glowing baton before disappearing back into the fray. I shake my head, grinning, twirling the baton in the air like a queen waving her scepter.