*Chloe*

The burly security guard motioned toward me. I couldn’t believe the man’s immense size. He took up most of the hallway. He motioned with a ham-fisted hand.

“Let’s see your invitation.”

I reached into my purse and took out the folded paper, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I held it out and he plucked it from my fingers without preamble.

He stared at the invitation, and then at me. “Everything seems to check out. I can send you ...