We might have been opposites with regard to extroversion and introversion, but we were both detail-oriented, observant, and appreciated the aesthetic. Oakley paid for premium booze.” Her eyes darted around the room, cataloguing everything at once. I couldn’t say the same for my own apartment. It would’ve been too hot for whiskey and quiche, if the central air weren’t keeping the worst of the D.C.
My sister was proud of her hors d’oeuvres.
“This is as good as the quiches.” Better, as far as I was concerned, but I didn’t say it. She smiled, surveying the crowd with a satisfied look. They’re delicious.” Trying the appetizers had given me something to do besides talk to strangers. “They have Gruyère and dill and are to die for.” “Have you tried the mini asparagus quiches?” Charlotte asked instead, linking her arm with mine. Party-mode Charlotte was as smooth as the expensive bourbon I was currently enjoying. I braced for her usual “Stop scowling, Will,” though no doubt she’d say it with a smile. I sipped my drink as Charlotte made her way over to me. That my twin sister was a party planner and therefore I was currently obliged to attend this one, well…at least there was free top-shelf whiskey. I ’d never understood the appeal of parties.
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