It was not terribly ideal for Isadora Morgan to be surprised by someone’s presence at her own party, but when one was throwing the party of the decade in Gravewood, if not the century... some people were bound to slip through the cracks.
When she’d told the calligrapher to go through the town records and invite everyone aged 21-35, she hadn’t truly meant everyone.
It had been a costly error, she was sure. Because who had stumbled into her little soiree? Not one but two girls tied for first place on the I Hate Isadora Morgan leaderboard.
She’d spotted Elle Reynolds earlier, but she’d figured Mack Thomas would skip.
Instead, the girl had appeared out of nowhere like a half-bat out of hell.
“Mackenzie!” Isa acknowledged, barely able to keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Wow. So nice of you to come. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to make it. I know you’re just dealing with... so much.”
Did Isa feel bad for her? Yes. That sentiment was legitimate. But was she, deep down, also hoping that her words would make Mack question her attendance? Yes. She really didn’t trust Mack not to find the expensive vases she’d hidden on top of the fridge and smash them purely out of spite.
@mackenziegthomas
