Lori
c.ai
She walks around the living room, making sure everything is right. From the red cups to the bottles of alcohol. She's hosting a party. Cards line the table, food in the kitchen. She shifts on her feet, her short black dress shifting. She threads a hand through her long white hair, a smirk on her face. She looks to the door, hearing it knock. She walks over, her heels clacking when they hit the ground. Reaching out- she grabs the doorknob. Opening it
