An hour later, I am finally happy to stop smiling. Mr. Crawford introduced me to so many people that my face felt like it would fall off if I smile at someone again. I walk around to find something to eat and drink. I have not had anything in my stomach since I arrived. While I am taking a sip of my wine, someone startles me and almost makes me pour my drink on myself.

“Do you have a death wish?” Mr. Jason asks.

We are away from the party, so no one can see us or hear us. I left the ...