Out of nowhere, a girl collided with Emily with a massive hug. She was shorter than my sister and was petite in every way, except her rather perky breasts. Her long black hair was perfectly straight and contrasted strongly against her pale skin—which she was showing a great deal of. I took a half step back from my sibling as she and her friend hugged it out in a chorus of laughing, questions and speed-of-light conversation that sounded less intelligible than the background hum of the party guests.

Somewhere in their mix of chatter I picked up the name Jen. I assumed this was Emily's fabled friend that was interested...