I stand in front of my full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. Or rather, staring at the mermaid style lavender dress Elsa has convinced me to wear. I can hear her going through the cabinet behind me, muttering something about jewelry.

I can't help a sigh. For some reason, I'm having a really bad feeling about attending the luncheon today, but Elsa won't let me sit this one out.

"You don't mingle nearly enough, Allison," she had declared when I suggested that I was better off staying at home. "Besides, I know you're going to receive that Best Software Developer award once more, and I need all eyes to see...