Jake must have checked himself in the mirror a dozen times now. He had picked out his nicest shirt, cleanest slacks, and actually used the cologne that his father had given him several years ago in case he got invited to a party.

As the comb ran through his hair for the hundredth time in the last half hour Jake jerked upright. Come to think of it, this would be the first real party he had ever been invited to. Sure he had gone to nerdy night outs, game nights, but none of that could be considered a party. Not in the same way that people typically thought of the...