Looking around the shopping mall’s food court at the heads turning in the direction of their table, Gwen said, “You do realize that you’re screaming. Don’t you?” “I am?” Diana said, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry, but didn’t you say you had to attend all the parties?” “Yes, I was supposed to, but I got dispensation for Jamie’s since Adam and I will be out of town visiting his parents.” “But you’re not leaving until the twenty-third.” “That’s right, and Jamie’s party is on Christmas Eve.” “Christmas Eve!” Diana shouted. Gwen’s cringe got Diana’s attention, and looking around, she saw at least a dozen shoppers gawking in her direction. Lowering her voice, Diana leaned closer to her friend. “What is she doing having a party on Christmas Eve? That doesn’t make any sense.”
